You all think you know the real her
But do you really...

She is in a big room
There are many people...

She sat there
Staring up at here celling...

She sits there
Carves one last cut into her wrists...

Each day we are drifting further and further apart
We used to be like sisters...

Your all sad that she is going to leave
But do you know what...

Sorry i am not what you want me to be
I am not perfect...

You tell me that you trust me
I tell you that i trust you...

I'm sorry that i am not who you want me to be
I'm sorry that i am not a piece of clay that you...

As I take the blade,
I make my last cut...

I am so happy to i have met you
You are such a great person...

I have been sent a very special gift
And that is you...