i bleed until   im drained no one seems to know my name

my heart is broke in two all i hear is it was you it was

YOU

how come i all ways have to be the one who ruins the show some times

i really wonder should i stay or should i go

little  cindarella is aka my name no one cares about me im just a picture frame

im stessed out to the point were i really dont care,

hit me kick me it really dont scare the little girl in side who is  holding on by a tread

wanting  AND wanting  only to be DEAD.