People wonder why i am not talking about things
why i am not close to anyone...

Came here made new friends
started to trust her...

What are friends?
People you talk to...

So far away from that place and those people
yet somehow they still are in my life...

During the day with my friends
I act like nothing is wrong...

Sometimes i wish people could see the real me
The Girl who cries herself to sleep...

Sometimes I wish people would see it
But then I remember...

Once again I sit here
I dont know what to do...

Lonely Is how I feel
When I sit alone in my room...

Friends forever
This is what we once said...

I just got here
And now it’s time to go again...

I can see a knife....
easy to cut thru stuff...