Hush little baby
don't you cry...

Smile sweetheart
don't cry...

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

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

It all started with a kid our age
Just hanging out with friends...

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

She wanted it so bad
To be a beauty queen...

Hold my hand.
oh dont you go...

I'm stuck here
between happy and sad...

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

So that was it
our last goodbye...

People say they are depressed
they aren't...