As i lie in bed each night
i think about you and all the good times...

Everyone tells me
to look at the good times not the bad...

Year by year
month by month...

As memories fade away,
everyone is dying, and...

I miss ya so bad,
but it doesn't really matter...

I see you take up for me,
i see you do it all...

We went out,
that was the best...

She takes that razor to her wrist,
starts to cry as everything sinks in...

Every day she wishes she could die,
her only thought is suicide...

I thought you were my friend,
but all you've done was cause me harm...

Every time she cuts,
her scars get deeper and deeper...

She crawls into a corner,
wishing she would die...