You don't know what it's like, do you?
To sit there everyday...

Black-haired child,
You're running out of time...

Dusk, dawn, to midnight moon,
His childish fears will be over soon...

I feel like a misplaced letter,
Return to sender, return to sender...

Dear Suicidal Me,
I'm writing this letter...

I hate them for starting this never ending war.
I want the war to end, I want your home forever...

My life; my own imperfection.
A little girl, living inside her self...

All those lies and words making me wounded inside.
No one to ever turn to, no where to ever hide...

She cries every night and day,
Hoping her soldier will come home to stay...

So alone in this world, no where to hide.
There sits a girl, no one by her side...

Why can't I be normal like everyone else?
Why can't I be normal, not reflect on myself...

You left me in this world, all by myself.
Just another precious piece, sitting on your...