• I hold it in my hand
    It is sharp and shinny
    how nice it would look ageinst my skin
    I could paint it red
    and watch it flow

    I could put it down
    and try agian to let others see
    It seem every time I try and admit the addiction
    no one cares
    no one listens

    oh they listen
    they hear the words
    but they never hear the pain

    they forget thinking it just
    away to get attention
    or they don't care
    they see me
    fine the next day
    but they don't know
    that at night I hold that shinny object
    I pray let this be the last time
    no more
    I don't want to wake up tomorrow
    I'm tired of it all

    I tired and tell some one again
    they do nothing
    they see that the next time they see me I'm fine

    but they don't know
    that at night I hold that shinny object
    I pray let this be the last time
    no more
    I don't want to wake up tomorrow
    I'm tired of it all

    why don't they see behind my mask
    why don't they learn
    how many time have I tried reaching out
    to only have them forget.

    Why do I have to keep sruggling
    the blade gets sharper each time
    I push hard each time
    I see more red each time

    why can't they see
    see how close to the edge I am
    this note is just an example
    will you remember this tomorrow
    the next time you see her
    will you look harder
    that girl you thought you knew
    do you know who she is
    who can help a girl so lost that the only way she can save her self is with shinny objects!