Nobody cares about the way I feel
Nobody knows who I really am
I ache inside at this loneliness
I am fading away
Blank eyes follow my every move
I can't disguise my fear
I can't runaway from my own depression
Why can't I be free?
Quietly I tremble blade in hand
Darkness surrounds my existence
My clouded mind is so sick
My blade moves across my wrist so quick
Misery is mine
and I can't be free
I try
I run
I hide
But I can't me freed from my own mind
I wear shackles round my wrist and my feet
Locked by a key that is long gone away with my happiness
My chance for simple bliss has turned to emptiness
Promises broken by my own heart, death is my friend
I cant understand
Why my smiles and pigtails turned to hate and razor blades
My tears are like crimson beads falling
Thundering, staining my pale cheeks
Misery is mine
I can't be free
I try
I run
I hide
But I can't
I can't be freed
From my own mind
From my insanity
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