There is this girl who is so broken,And she has nobody to openUp her feelings to and share,Because she thinks that no one cares.Her family thinks she's full of blissBut she feels if she died she wouldn't be missed. There is this girl who is so hurtAnd she truly thinks she has no worth,And always ends up finding a bladeAnd wholely hoping that she would fade.From the lives and memories of people,Because she knows that she can't healThe wounds that she made with words,Because she thinks everyone around her she's hurt.

She sits there staring at the ceiling, knowing she wants to goAnd is glad that her family doesn't know,She looks out her window and sees a rope tied around a treeAnd gets an idea, knowing nobody will see,That she's now forever goneAnd no longer used by everyone like a pawn.But she changes her mind and decides to stayAnd says "I'll keep my life for another day."

There is this guy  who's on a streakOf losing friends and loved ones, because they think he's a freak.His family believes everything is fineBut that's because they're totally blind.No one has ever seen him cryingBut inside he knows he's dying. There is this guy who's full of sorrowAnd doesn't want to see tomorrow.He said goodbye to his soulAnd in his dreams, sees his head on a pole.He went and said hello to his vanityBecause he lost it all, including his sanity. One day he went out riding his dirt bike.When he was finished, he took a hikeTo a high cliff where there was a giant tree.He climbed to the very top to seeHow high it was, and he slumped,Pondering what would happen if he jumped.Because, as dumb as it sounded, he wanted to tryAnd see how far he could get away from the tree, even though he knew he couldn't fly.But instead decided to get downAnd stay where he belonged, right on the ground.So he went back to his homeWhile his emotions, once again, he turned to stone. Now these two have met each other,And ended up falling for one another.When they're together they are joyfulAnd think that life can't become soiled.But when they're apart they only cryAnd those people.....They're you and I Now we've gone and died,And watched everyone cry.We had a good life, and had lots of funBut now we know that our fun is done.We were cremated and our ashes were buriedBut where we were buried.... was beneath those trees.Those trees where we thought we'd take our last breathAnd be embraced by the arms of Death.It's kind of ironic, if you think about the end,That at the very place where we wanted to dieIs the very place that our ashes were sent.