17 and just bout ready to give up
on life, cos shes had enough...

Im really sick of getting hurt
by guys i like but turn to jerks...

The silence drips over us as we lay in the dark,
Both laying there wondering how we made it this...

The girl in the photo with the fairy dress on,
But now its just a memory, That child is long...

Pretty little paintings sewn into my skin,
Watching my pain express itself the further I dig...

And i bet she still thinks shes innocent
Just watching you break our hearts...

His eyes were orange, With dark brown hair,
And His favourite colour was red...

Hey Sweetheart,
I bet you didnt expect for life to turn so sour...

I wanted you to tell me the truth,
But you said it'd only hurt me...

You told me you needed help,
But I'm not gonna pretend I care...

The lights are on
But no ones home...