I stand there
In front of my mirror...

I used to think
Life was easy...

I try and talk to you
but i get no response...

These feelings are keeping me locked away.
Keeping my arms shackled to the wall...

I know that this cut on my wrist will not heal
The sadness and sorrows that I forever feel...

Each scar holds a story that only she knows
She tries to make sure that they never show...

Why is this pain the only thing I feel?
Why does this hurt have to be so real...

I cut this skin to null the pain
and relieve the hate i can't contain...

Her perfect blue eyes
Her skin so fair...

I never wanted it to be this way
I never thought that this is how it’d get...

A lonely feeling when you're standing in a crowd
A shivering silence when you're screaming out loud...