I sit outside and see you all.
Sitting there you're all so small.
And I'm so big, as I sit alone.
No longer wishing I was home.
Now I'm in control, and you are weak.
No longer am I scared to speak.
So quiet in my own little world
No laughing from those pretty girls
I look down at my bloody wrist
And think of all the fun I've missed
I've missed the laughing, and dancing, and singing
I've missed the sleep overs, the movies, the wishing
And here I am -
Alone, alone...
Stting in the dark and hoping it will end
hoping all those thoughts will go away,
so i can die in peace.