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

"I think i need some help,
My strength has gone astray...

She stood outside the door,
And waved him off in hate...

You were always by my side
Just like a best friend should be...

Inside i am dying,
Slowly rotting away...

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

Another paralyzing sculpture,
That stings down her thigh...

It hurts to swallow food;
And to lay down in bed...

She looks into the mirror,
And frowns at what it reflects...

Each day i pretend I'm happy,
Like theres nothing wrong with me...

She's a little runaway,
An angel in disguise...

You gave yourself away,
To alcohol, gangs and drugs...