Sitting here, with the lights down low, Thinkin to myself, why I'm such a fool. I try to make people happy, To see what I can see, And then again, I'm lain down on a floor full of nails, Pushing through my skin, Grasping on to my every last hope and dream, And then I cant help but scream, As the tears stride down my face, And I cant believe, the decision I had to make. I thought that you cared, I thought you were diffrent, And out of all the people I care for, I thought that you would be there always. Guess I was wrong, I guess my tears mean nothing, I want to feel that blade grazing across my skin, To relieve me from this torture, I wanted you to be here, I wanted you to understand ... But that'll never happen ...