Your stares cut like glass,
Your whispers are blows to my head...

I stand there and stare at this girl
she looks so sad...

I feel like I'm on the outside
looking in on everyone...

The sun began to rise.
The light streamed through my window...

I spent last night on my pool deck
Sitting under the moon...

Why do i have to feel this way?
why doesnt anyone understand...

We were sentenced to life
with a task in our hand...

Razor blade kisses
Suicide wishes...

Last night i did bleed the blood from my veins
in hopes that the pain in me heart i would drain...

I open my eyes
I see nothing...

The knife is sharp
My blood is running cold...

I open the cupboard
they're sitting there...