As the emptiness is whats left
i fell numb inside...

Its time to make my way
to the end of the hall...

You can take away my home but you cant take away...
*ok this isnt based on me, i have to make a story...

Here i go again
in a downward spiral of hell...

A secret life lived my a loner
everyone wonders why...

I look in our fourth grade year book
and then in our fifth...

I sit and cry those silent tears
knowing he will never know...

I walk this small earth
as a token of death...

This tear you might think
is falling down of mine...

From the day i started cutting
till the day i wanted to die...

Controlling is the answer
the answer of pain...

Rolling up the sleeves
Releasing the anguish again...