Originally Posted by explosions-in-my-pants

her name is pointless
she doesn't know where she's going, she only knows where she's been
everything that has happened is nailing through her skin, almost everyway it was
the thoughts of living are to painful to comphrend (haha can't spell that great)
she hopes she can gain the power to keep going
she is at a crossroad in her life
she can go left and live alone not knowing the end
she can stay right and keep on dying
she needs a sign, a place of truth
everyday is the same, nothing changes life is just a game
she feels just like a rock in the sand
no one cares no one listens, no one see's her tears
no one understands her pain, the ever lasting pain, she has only herself to blame
she is always alone, doesn't have a friend to her name
every memory she has still lie's in her brain
she opens her eyes to awake each day
to nothing but yelling (whisper)... take my pain away
the life she has lived is the life of someone else
she doesn't like looking in the mirror, she see's all of these scars
some aren't really there, just scars of the image's stuck in her mind
although there is nothing she can do, she tries her hardist to live with this never ending flu
she thinks the only way people could be happy is if she's gone
she cries for help, she blames the sun
she hates the world for what its become..