I'm standing alone,
with hurt in my eyes...

There's a drug to make you numb.
There's a drug to make you fuzzy...

Is it common for others to feel this way?
Is it common for others to shoot a gun this way...

One cheer for the fear of her mother.
Out loud she cries...

Depressingly beautiful;
the smile on her face...

Sitting here,
as death crouches near...

Dealing with the death of a friend,
can this just end...

Can you smell the wicked in the air?
Pull the card from your sleeve...

It's so hard to resist,
letting blood bleed from my wrists...

I'm counting down,
to the emotional breakdown...

She must be infected,
she must be, indeed...

The boys thinks she's so tough,
because she'll play rough...