he took a gun
and took it to school he thought it would be fun
he shot me not once but twice
because he was sick of acting nice
he had been nice for far to long
he thought he had to prove he was strong
but everyone loved her so
they never wanted her to go
so now they cry
for her and wish he would die
now he is alone with no friends
and he thinks that no one understands
but they all know know what the truth is

My head locked in my hands, A single tear,
Loss of emotion but spellbound by fear,
A silent scream, A piecing sorrow,
Wishes of death, a darker tomorrow,
A wounding blade, slowly watch the blood flow,
A shattered heart, God just let me go,
Rip my body open, living to die,
The longer it takes the harder I’ll try,
A blood fever, a long-lost tragedy,
My body turns to stone, my limbs fragile,

They point and laugh.
What makes us different?
They point and laugh.
What makes her different?

And she gets to her room.
Safe from the world.
She shuts her bedroom door.
Safe from the world.

She knows it can't go on.
And she lets the tears fall.
She knows it can't go on.
She wipes them away.

She strides into the kitchen.
She's going to take action.
She grabs the butchers knife.

every day she wants to die
and every night she wants to cry
she has nothing left to live for
so she'll go to her room and shut the door
and cut her arm slice after slice
she sick of acting nice
and she relizes that she has to go farther
and she thinks "why bother
with life?". she has no place to hide
so she deicdes she'll commit suecide.
she goes to the kitchen to think about life
and then she picks up the butcher knife

every day she wants to die
and every night she wants to cry
she has nothing left to live for
so she'll go to her room and shut the door
and cut her arm slice after slice
she sick of acting nice
and she relizes that she has to go farther
and she thinks "why bother
with life?". she has no place to hide
so she deicdes she'll commit suecide.
she goes to the kitchen to think about life
and then she picks up the butcher knife

I'm gonna write a poem

A poem with a twist

I'll write it with a razorblade

I'l write it on my wrist

And as i write this poem

A fountain will appear

And as the fountain grows

My troubles disapear

I'm gonna write a poem

A poem with a twist

I'll write it with a razorblade

I'l write it on my wrist

And as i write this poem

A fountain will appear

And as the fountain grows

My troubles disapear

I'm gonna write a poem

A poem with a twist

I'll write it with a razorblade

I'l write it on my wrist

And as i write this poem

A fountain will appear

And as the fountain grows

My troubles disapear

do you even care about what you did to me?
cant you see
how dead i am inside
and i have nowhere to hide
do you care about what you did to me?
do you know how you killed me inside?
its like i already died
you act like its alright
what you did to me that night
i cant get over it
what part dont you get?
i cry all night because of what you did to me
cant you see
how hurt i am inside
you left me nowhere to hide

I shouldnt think about you
but thats something i cant do.
living in a dream of you and me
is not the way my life should be
and you never cared about my tears
or my fears
and even though you cheated on me
and made it so easy to see
i wish you would still love me the way
i love you and i wish you never walked away
and you promised yourself
but to somebody else
and you put a dart
through my heart.

I shouldnt think about you
but thats something i cant do.
living in a dream of you and me
is not the way my life should be
and you never cared about my tears
or my fears
and even though you cheated on me
and made it so easy to see
i wish you would still love me the way
i love you and i wish you never walked away
and you promised yourself
but to somebody else
and you put a dart
through my heart.

a girl stands here in pain
out in the cold rain
who always stays bottled up inside
and wishes she could run and hide
taking her own life
taking a knife
stabing herself in her broken heart
waiting for the pain to start
she wakes up from her daydream in fear
and as a tear runs down her cheek
she feels so weak
she relizes there is only one thing to do,
make her daydream come true