Days seem to fly on by
Never caring to slow down...

Sweet little birdy, up in the tree
What do you see when you look at me...

Sitting in my room at night
Got nothing to do...

Every breath we hold,
Every touch that's cold...

Nobody ever notices the hurt that I feel.
I guess it's my fault 'cuz I hide behind a smile...

All my feelings felt jummbled and confused,
But that one fateful day when you came into my...

These tears they burn
Warm. Down my face...

Is it wrong of me
To like someone new...

This silence is deafening as I think to myself
There's a scalple in my science kit, and a knife...

This knife, it yearns, to stab through my chest,
To go through my skin, my muscle, my breast...