You can't love without trust
and you can't trust without love

Why must she be the girl...
that sits at home crying,
bleeding,
being torchured...

why must she be the girl...
who is molded by her parents,
friends,
and those who don't care

The popular is nice
i like to be known
but the normal is right
thats where i don't feel alone

Satan was the good samaritan he let me into his house with open arms

She was told not to let him go
because she will never find someone
else like him

Two weekend now? why are you doing this to me? why must you not be back? why must you carry my heart were you go.... why must you be taking my heart through all the troubles you are in? why arn't you BACK?

There are times that i feel i should scream to the world and telling it all my problems

You disappered again
never to be found
until you choose

She covers those cuts with a sleeve - - - every now and then you see blood siep onto the top of her clothes -

UseThatRazorAndTearOpenMyStiches-let.the.blood.drain.out.till.it.dries-FillMeBakUpWithSawdustAsYouTellMeYourFinalGood-byes

(inspired by CSI) (sp)
(they said most of these words i just changed it around)
(good job CSI)