"She sits in her room alone at night,
thinking about the ways to end her life.
Longing for the blade pressed against her skin.

Being pushed around in school,
"Freak", "loner" and "attention *****".
The words they call her, she's soon starting to believe".

Opening my eyes to the sun
beaming down across my covers
Its just another day

Turning over
I want to sleep forever
But I have to face the world

As I lay in bed alone at night
I stare to the ceiling and think

I become engulfed in emotion
and cry myself to sleep

After all,
Its just another day

Don't follow me.
If you hate the task.
For I'm walking down, a dangerous path.
A path only a few can handle.

I'm going toward a door that only a few can open.
And willingly to accept the invitation.
Which is heading toward love.

So follow me.
Follow me toward love.

Remember, it's not for weak suspects.
And, as you might suspect, it's blissful.
Built around a serious conviction.

So follow me.
Down the road to love.
Oh, God.
It's so WONDERFUL.

Sometimes you become lost
you lose sight of what's in front of you
until the people who love you
your friends, and family, start calling out to you
they scream for you in hopes you'll hear them
and go find them again

Than there are people out there
who are just there for a short time
they're there to help you find your way
back to those who are calling you
after you've gotten lost

Those people are the most lucky
because they've gotten to see the side of you
that not many have seen

The kind of people who would pick an abandoned
animal off the street
whose hurt and wounded
and just needs affection till it can get on its feet again
than those people send that animal off
back to where it belongs,
to the people who are calling for them

Sometimes, there are those who are worth
getting lost for