The sullen looks filling long corridors
What a tragic day...

There is no comparison,
So why does my heart still linger...

A light laugh escapes my lips
As you dig up memories we share...

Me and you
And the memories we made...

A gun to my temple
A blade to my wrist...

Bite by bite
I'll shovel it down...

It's a special kind of gift she holds
The power to mess things up...

The headphones in her ears play as loud as they...
The music blaring keeps the painful thoughts out...

She's laying on the floor
Broken past repair...

She's such a silly girl
Waiting for this guy...

She sits cross legged
On the big blue bed...

I don't know what to do
As you hug your knees and cry...