How do you have the guts to talk about me when you are two feet in front of me and you know I know what you are saying

~I don't care if this is good or not... it is just how I feel

Snapping this rubberband ain't enough x-x-x

Each red mark that rubberband makes it reminds her of the insanity hidden inside x-x-x

My memory sucks... I can't remember the faintest thing as a voice or a picture yet I remember the beatings and the yelling x-x-x

Open your heart to love, open your eyes to pain, open your palms to feel, open your mind to forget the unreal x-x-x

I can't tell if these tears are falling because I am in love or because I am sad... x-x-x

I sit in the window sill looking at the rain crying tears of happiness

I lay on my bed crying tears of sadness

I stand in front of him crying tears of hate

I lay in the hospital crying tears of death x-x-x

It is soo hard to help another when you can't help yourself

~I think someone may have written this before soo I give credit to them

Shoot me, shoot me; Baby Baby; then maybe, maybe; you can take away my pain; keep me safe from crying; stop the dreams from dieing... x-x-x

There she sat on a chair in the living room with her fingers to her head wishing it was a real gun, while she was there she started bawling her eyes out thinking of death, once she closes her eyes she hears her death calling... an ambulance x-x-x