Her still reflection shudders
In the puddle on the ground...

This is for my very best friend
Who's always been there for me...

His tounge is the razor
Scratching at my skin...

To my dearest friend
I know your lonely inside...

Fingers down throats,
Knifes splitting veins...

I know this sounds the same
Just another broken heart...

I want to be like her,
So pretty and thin...

A stranger in a foreign place, Separated from all...
Somehow found a certain girl, Who in-turn was down...

His life so quickly taken,
Stolen without a sound...

I sit in my corner and cry
Alone again it seems...

Love is when you couldn't live without him
when you can't sleep at night...

I can't seem to rid this feeling
With all these voices in my head...