I used to think
Life was easy...

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

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

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

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

I look at this photo,
one of such a happy family...

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

A friend you can trust, A friend that will care
A friend that you know will always be there...

A young girls fears concealed with lies
So that they did not show...

I sit in my room
With the music turned up full...

Why do I let myself fall…
Knowing I’ll never be caught...

I sit all alone in my room
no one else is home...