I'm sick of the way the kids talk now of days.
Like there lives are so bad..because you know...

I get off my bus
Run home in tears...

I lay awake
awake in my bed...

This is the last time
I will put up this fight...

Is there something wrong
When all you do is cry...

Friends are there
When one is feeling sad...

All though your not here
Your are still in my heart...

She Tell's her story
Of how her life used to be...

It started off as a friend
I'd talk to you sometimes...

Upon her wrist
Lays five scars...

Walking down a path
In the middle of no where...

I guess your worthless, no good for me
I ask you one thing, and then you agree...