The time for that change is drawing nearer ,
they can shoot you down
But I won't let them beat me so I stand right up again
Still it's the same sad face in the mirror ,
but he's still better than you
My escape , still I scrape , as I long for something dearer

And you will never learn ,
but it's time that you began to fail and to feel
Still they could never change
how it could feel to never breathe again

I can't even understand why they hate me -
until the time to confess
She's lying in the bathroom ....
Her wrists were a mess
It's like painting red the same old circles
in the same old house
I was there , I was scared I was making things personal