I'm stuck in middle, the middle of a problem,
i need you by my side. Holding me through it all...

Grief and misery,
what does it mean to me...

I was only a couple of months old,
then you left me behind all alone...

People look at me like i'm crazy,
but they dont know how lifes a little hazie...

As the blood from my arm slides down the sink...
i can hear voices telling me to slice and slice...

I sit here and i wonder why,
why you left, and your not scared...