When the cuts form on my wrists
and the blood spills from my lips...

I wont play your game
inside i am still the same...

This has gone to far
i wont put up with this for ever...

Mommy plays her games
mommy wins it all...

I hate the kids at school
and they hate me...

The place i once called home
is now where i feel all alone...

Hiding who i am
playing with the minds of a boy and a man...

It is so far worse a crime
to blow apart someones mind...

A place once of beauty
a palace like no other...

Bow your head
respect those who are dead...

You look
but you dont see...

Lose your pride
and ask for help...