I hate when i look at you
and you always stare back...

Sometimes i feel like dying
I just want to pass away...

Like a puppet
Being controlled...

I met this guy on chat
and his name is james...

I heard the story
I saw the proof...

A tear comes from the inside
something that doesn't need to hide...

I don't know if i love him
it can't be possibly true...

Deeper and deeper
thinner and thinner...

I sit in this chair late at night
thinking what am i doing...

My soul is broken
as you tear me apart...

The scars and bruises
lay upon your body...

When the time comes
i will realise im just not worth it...