Abandoned and alone inside my head,
Always wondering, better off dead?
Cannot stop thinking about mistakes of my past,
Suicide Story
How much longer must this pain last?
I have run away as fast as I can,
Always living the life of the damned.
No matter how hard I try,
I always have the urge to die.
Where are you with your arms of steel?
Did I make you up? Are you even real?
The Flat Girl 