There's a thousand abused butterflies all dead upon the sand. Like a thousand girls, a thousand boys who fell in love and were used like toys.

Emotional pain is something that even time has trouble healing and not even chocolate can soften the blow.

Cutting made it better, but I knew it was wrong. I got so messed up I didn't know what was going on. I had to get out. I had to grow up. I let my habbit slip away and now cutting's not enough.

It's a sickness in my stomach,
It's reality checking in.
This depressions getting deeper,
And it's dragging me in.

Go back to when cutting was ~the way~,
When cutting made everything ~okay~.
Now theres no more razor blades,
No fresh wounds on my skin.
Now theres just endless pain,
Endless tears in my eyes.
Because I cant cut,
And crying isnt good enough.

She sings a sad song,
Memorised the lyrics that help her carry on.
She sings a sad song,
The lyrics never changing,
The song just keeps on going as her tears fall.
Just like the song,
Her pain will carry on .. forever.

Wish I could cry away this pain today, cry away my sorrow. Bleed away this pain, until there's no tomorrow.

Loving that one person so much it kills you.
Knowing that person doesnt even know your name.
When love makes it hard to keep on smiling,
When you'd give anything just to feel nothing at all but know it won't ever end..
That's sad love.

You were perfect in my eyes. Too bad everyone around me could see you growing horns and I couldn't see past the shine of the paint on your halo.

Just another glitch in my day. Just another stone in my way like always.
This time i fell over but I couldn't say and i'd give anything to make these tears go away.