What was it, Paul,
That made you die...

Have you ever cut yourself,
To release the aching pain...

Every morning when she does wake,
She looks in the mirror...

Lies
Betrayel...

There's something missing,
In my life, so young...

I'm caught in the middle,
What do I do...

I'm sorry it had to end like this,
I'm sorry I have to go this way...

Teardrops like rain,
Run down my face...

The temptation is just too much,
I really do need to cut...

Tempted
To take the knife...

I don't belong here,
I'm not like any of you...

Every morning when she does wake,
She looks in the mirror...