Where can I go
To run far away from myself...

Each night as I lay down in my bed
I have thoughts of you rushing through my head...

There is a sad little girl
She sits alone in the bathroom...

I'm trapped inside a box of sadness
my eyes shut tight from the madness...

I'm dying inside
cant you see...

A best friend is there from the
very star, who never parts...

Tie me to a train track
Slice a knife through my skin...

Broken and distressed
Caught up in the mess...

When I think about
you, at first I sigh...

Life is just painful poetry
All the rumors and lies...

I have ran away from this illusion
The one that keeps taking me back...

Bullet bullet
through my head...