The scars on my arm
are memories that wont fade...

Alone in this world,
with no one to trust...

One month and the relationship when to shit
we never meant for it...

Is it love
or is it hate...

Look into her eyes
and you'll see...

As the razor slides across my wrist
all my feelings start to pour out...

I'm nice to everyone n yet
I'm hated by so many...

I'm sorry for the way i am
I'll try to change my ways...

Would any one care if i died?
i don't think so...

He seems happy but
behind his eyes theres sadness...

My life as i know it has turned for the worst
now i feel like im going to burst...

No hard feelings
still best friends...