One week old,
Just beginning to grow...

Go into my room
Lock the door...

I'm staring at the blank wall,
Imagining a perfect world...

Running into my room
Locking the door, closing my eyes...

The dreams lay forgotton
The thoughts are gone...

It's not some kind of silly teenage thing,
I think it's real...

Shattered glass breaks the silence
As your hand crashes into the mirror...

Kill me now so I won't feel a thing.
I'm completely numb, it won't hurt me...

My world's falling apart.
There's not much more here...

He's so hansome,
And he's so sweet...

Don’t hurt me, Dad,
I don’t mean to be bad...

Take me away,
I don’t want to be in this place...