7 oclock I pull up to the house where the party is at Which happens to be your house And I can see that the place is packed But I already know that no matter how many people are in those rooms I will be alone
9 oclock 2 hours and only four shots in And I am not yet drunk enough to be having a good time
11 oclock I saw you looking at me from across the room And maybe it was just the alcohol But I could've swore I saw longing in your eyes
1 oclock I left without saying goodbye Because I knew if I opened my mouth around you my lips would carry themselves to yours
2 oclock** I couldn't stop thinking of you on my ride home And I hated myself for avoiding you The crash of metal against metal that filled my ears was surprisingly enough to make my thoughts stop
I can’t believe I have decided to do this… I can’t believe that this is happening.. This is my note. This is my goodbye. I’m sick of this. Sick of this feeling. The depression. The hatred of myself. Wanting to cut every inch of my arms and legs. I’m done disappointing everyone: Teachers My parents My friends Everyone.