Eacher whisper hurts my ears
Ease stare burns through my skin...

-To Michael
I'm sorry that I lied to you...

Suicide
Is it caused by foolish pride...

I'm lost in this.
I don't know what it is exactly...

These drugs I take
Near everyday...

And my eyes they sting from cryings
and my wrists they sting from blood...

This is just unheard of
Me saying this to you...

I think that maybe...
My heart is made of paper...

She used to cut her pain away
And cry herself to sleep...

As the darkness drifts forward
And covers the light...

I love it when it rains
cause you cant tell I'm crying...

You find ways to make me speak
When I can't make a sound...