A cool, wet tear drop falls down my face
Thinking that I will never win the race...

Come save me from the person I'm becoming now,
Cause I don't know how...

The cool blade
Across my wrist...

When will I break?
This smile so fake...

Every time I go over there
I make a prayer...

Today I sat down and cried
Thinking that i should have died...

A good friend is like an angel
That flies over you...

Every night I lay in my bed
And I think in my head...

I hate the memories that haunt me,
They are like a sharp pain from a knife...

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do...

Lost in a sea of faces,
Lost in this greatness of spaces...

I will not fail
And I will prevail...