Hanging,
Waiting,
Slightly swinging.
You wait for someone,
anyone.
To use you.
You've never know anything else.

So you sit,
waiting,
for someone to use you.

I see you standing there
I think its just not fair
for you to be, so happy
without me.

I walk away
cause i just can't stay
to bear the sight of you,
without me.

you where the one i loved
i put you up above
the ones that i was from.
So now I just can't see.
how your so **** happy,
without me.

I need to forget you.
Just go on without you.
Why can't I leave you?
But you can leave me.

Because I loved you.
Because you left me.
I have been broken.
I have been broken.
And everyones gone,
they're all just gone.
They left me,
just like you.

Now we can't be friends,
no we can't be friends.
Because i loved you,
then you left me.

As the tears fall down
and you scream across the crowd,
that you don't love me,
you never loved me.

So I'm sitting by the phone,
waiting for the okay to go back home.
Now I'm leaving.
I'm leaving.
Waiting for the okay to go back home,
then I'm leaving
I am leaving you,
like you left me.

Cause I'm without you
and you never loved me.
So I'm leaving.
I hope your happy,

I just Hope your happy.

You see me
I look straight at you
Then I fall
Laying on the ground
You run over
Leaving her side
The blood drains out of my body
As you start to cry
Yelling "look at you!! Look what you've done!!"
I'm slipping fast
She starts to scream
Saying you never loved her
I can't lift my head
You put it in your lap
Tears running down your face
I miss what you tell her
But she runs, almost crying
I hear the screams of the sirens
Helps almost here
I won't make it
I look up and see your face
It gives it away, you know It
The tears I always held back start to form
You kiss me, one last time
My eyes slowly close
And with my last fading breath
I whisper
" I Love You"

So pretty in blue
that's what they say
your so pretty..
but I wonder if they knew
if they knew what I was up to
what I've done
what I've seen.
If they looked at my arm
my thighs
what would they say?
how would they react?
would they still feel that way
or just see the past
the person i never hope to see
In the end
that person is me.
And I'm not pretty.
I've done things only an ugly soul can do.

There are many ways to do it
any one will do
how you do it
is just half of it
planing it out
that's the hard part
not just a fleeting thought
but the will,
the want
to really do it
it doesn't go away
its always there
looming in the back of my mind
the little things they become deadly
any moment
could be my last
and i cant say i'd regret it