Dark, alone, trembling,
Long sleeves cover these scars on my wrists...

Everyone has problems,
especially me...

My sadness wells up and brims over,
washing down over my face...

I have no love,
I have no life...

All this pain you put me through,
All the life I know...

When the lamp is shattered
the light in the dust lies dead...

Arriving in class, the room falls silent,
You lay down your books, though you hear it all...

I am Emotional psycho,
I guess it was meant to be...