Whats the point in having friends?
They just cause stress and pain...

Take a moment
Just to think...

I remember that day
When I met you four...

Everyday of her life
She walks around...

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

Sitting in a corner
Tears rolling down my cheek...

Upon her wrist
Lays five scars...

Hanging on by a really thin thread
Voices saying that I'm better off dead...

Why are you doing this
Is there something that I missed...

It doesn't matter what I say
Or even How I say it...

I told you she was just a big scam
She never really loved you...

You knew that I liked him
Why did you do that...