You can tell exactly how bad the night was
Just by counting all the jagged red lines
That cover my skin.
Because that's the only way
You'll know the things
That I will never tell.

She's the new Peter Pan,
She doesn't want to grow up,
Even though,
The marks on her arms,
Say she already has.

I'm supposed to be the perfect girlfriend.
But my fear of turning into an adult,
Is making it impossible for me to be a bit more mature.
And it's really not fair.
Because this fear is running my life.
But not just in this aspect.
I fear my own fear.

You made me forget,
All my problems,
But only for,
One hour.

You have no idea.
How much you mean to me.
And every word you say.
Can take my breath away.
But you don't seem to realize.
That there are tears forming in my eyes.
Because you never seem to look.

When you're so young and so small,
Everyone expects you to say nothing at all.
They never think that you've thought of anything less,
Than a scraped knee from a minor accident.
No body really knows,
How much you've really grown.
In your mind, you're so old.
You're depression haunts,
You're eyes are hollow.
No one else realizes,
How much pain you're in.
How the scars on your body can't possibly be
From any cat I've ever seen.
You're living a life behind a painted mask,
That only I can see beneath.

The death of one is tragedy, but someday maybe happily I’ll pass.
The difference between us acts like a cement wall holding ashes of the ******.
Maybe someday happily I’ll pass.
Maybe someday I’ll fall from the sky.
I’d let go from anything holding me and just fall.
Dead weights and dead bodies.
Small Hitman for hire.
Just dangling by a rope.
From the closest Silver Maple.
Leaves stained with blood from the wrist.
Maybe passing is better than living
Losing my mind.
Losing my voice, I cry.
Screaming in my mind.
Where did you run off to, my friend?
Losing my will.
Losing my faith, I die.
Sky turning black as night.
My little friend, I’ll never see you again.