I sit alone in this
crowded room...

Each red line across my wrist
a signature of my fate...

Here we are
Together...

Midnight is coming
midnight is coming...

This terrible aching feeling inside
Eats away at me...

He stole my hear
the day he was born...

Some days I am white-
white Happy fair even decent...

Why can’t you see
How honestly...

Its amazing the feelings
you can hold onto...

&&I know i haveto be strong
because i will have no chance...

It feels so nice
to walk down the hall...

No nice boy
will ever want me...