You have time to be there father
You have time to be his wife...

She walks alone in the hallways
With friends right by her side...

Why are you such a hypocrite
you call yourself a Christian...

The urge is different this time
It's not because I'm depressed...

In her room.
She cuts...

Your hands around my waist
Bring so many lovely thoughts...

So who can I tell everything to
I don't know...

Why is it so hard to let someone see how much you...
So closed off...

If i killed myself
would you then care about the words that you...

Words outside her room
overwhelm her soul...

Wake up from dreams
Which are you only haven...

And she walked away.
that was it...