ALONE
You sit at home in your room alone,
With tear stains down your face.
Hold your blade to your skin,
Just do it again,
Nothing's going to change.
Your friends are gone,
They're all having fun,
But here you are in pain,
No one's thinking,
That maybe you're breaking,
And holding that gun in place.
Just one more move,
It could all be through,
Nothing would be the same.
But you'll be gone,
And they're having fun,
Then you leave here with a bang.
You sit at home in your room alone,
With tear stains down your face.
Hold your blade to your skin,
Just do it again,
Nothing's going to change.
Your friends are gone,
They're all having fun,
But here you are in pain,
No one's thinking,
That maybe you're breaking,
And holding that gun in place.
Just one more move,
It could all be through,
Nothing would be the same.
But you'll be gone,
And they're having fun,
Then you leave here with a bang.