I keep sitting on my windowsill
The view remains the same...

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the biggest fool of all...

I hurt everyone i care about
waste of space i think...

Can this week get any worse?
most likely...

Out of touch with reality,
she cant ever tell what real...

Life seems so hard right now
I'm not even sure what's wrong...

I don't know what to do anymore
lost and wondering thats for sure...

Figeting and biting
scracthing and fighting...

Porcelain skin with her eyes painted black
delicate wrists stained a pure rosy red...

S is for silence, which i need in my head
U is for understand, i'd rather be dead...

Hang from a tree
be hit by car...

She sits there on the floor
while her tender heart continues to bleed...