The first of September,
I fell for you hard...

Its all you pricks,
That cause me to do this...

Depression overwhelms me,
And makes me wanna die...

Sixteen years old,
Cant take anymore...

I cut in deep,
And kissed the blade...

Fairy tales are wrong,
Someone has to die...

Full scale punch ups,
Shouting and more...

She felt it in her throat,
She felt it in her heart...

She hurt so much,
Deep down inside...

I wake up in the morning,
Your there by my side...

If a dream is a wish your heart makes,
Then baby i'll sleep for always...

Standing in the court room,
You silently bowed your head...