Some dirty covered in filth
Others hidden not aloud to be seen...

I seriously just want to die
I slit my wrists, I don't know why...

The angrier he gets the harder he stabs
Mom refuses to go to rehab...

He clutches his stomach
And feels the pain...

The new immigrants, the fobs who migrate
Their relatives they try to locate...

She looked around desperately
trying not to see...

I seriously just want to die
I slit my wrists, I don't know why...

She looks around
and what does she see...

She looks around
And what does she see...

She looked around desperatly
trying not to see...

She sits quietly
trying not to cry...