When she cuts her wrist
she cries the same brutal tears...

So that was it
our last goodbye...

*as stated in my profile, i do not know what love...
I wrote you a poem...

No one understands her worry
her anxiety is pain...

This ones for the boy
the boy with pretty blue eyes...

One night playin in the coffee house
I met a pretty boy...

Tears form in mascara eyes
cant you see you punish me with lies...

Cookie cutter arms for her
Cookie cutter life...

"You ain't special
we don't need you around...

Today I went to a funeral
for a girl my ages dad...

I called you today
and you were on your way...

I stand in the rain
and I scream your name...