I see the blood all over your hands. Does it make you feel more like a man? Was it all just a part of your plan? The pistol's shaking in my hands. And all i hear is the sound.

Know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the pain on the inside.

Sometimes the pain's too strong to bare. And life gets so hard you just don't care. You feel so alone you just sit and cry. Every second you wish you could die. Then you start thinking who would care. If one day they woke up-and you weren't there.

She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried. And though she's got so much to say, she bottles it up inside. If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you won't recognize, the girl is really me.

There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she's looking back at me I can tell. She's hurting inside.

: THE : SUN : HAS : LOST : HIS : JOB :
>> because - you - brighten - my - day >>

If you meet a "loner," no matter what they tell
you it's not because thet enjoy the solitude. it's
because they have tried to blend into the world
before, and people continue to dissapoint them.

My heart is that crack
- - in the sidewalk that
you walk on everyday.

I will never forget about you.
Your name is written across my heart.

If I should die before I wake, it's cause you took my breath away.