You can hate my paintings
I don't care...

I have a feeling I'm not okay
It hurts too much just to say...

I hear that song
That song that reminds me of your death...

When will it happen
That moment when I know...

Everyday I'm left empty and not okay
Behind these lying eyes, is a mind thats dead...

No I'm not special in anyway
About me, theres not much to say...

It was Christmas morning
Her face full of joy...

I go to my mothers room
And I start to cry...

I'm sitting in my room
Crying on the bed...

I'll go somewhere where no one goes
Cry my last cry...

I can't help screaming out
To let out the feelings inside that built up from...

I look in your eyes
But I see someone else...