Tortured cries
Broken dreams...

Rope around her neck
Razor in her hand...

Broken heart
And a fractured mind...

I'll again ask you to join me
But just this one last time...

As wrists meet razor blades
And necks meet that noose...

I cant remember now
Or even how it happened...

Walking through the dark
Carrying the gun...

Rip me apart
Show me pain...

I feel like I'm being torn,
Ripped apart from the seams...

There is this girl
Heart tattered and broken...

A thousand voices crying,
So many young lives horribly wrong...

This life of pages is turning,
You're trying to keep your head held high...