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(sings in a dark low creepy voice)
im changing...... im changeing.... im growing darker.... my haterd is growing.....
(crys of pain go off i nthe backround) i ahve the need to kill......
im more twisted...... my heart si caracking...... its breaking in two the bloood is
spilling....... i cry... EVERY TIME I CRY ! blood drips from my eyes........ every time i yell no hears me every time no oen cares every time i cut no one asks why
every tiem i run away no one bothers to stop me...... why why why doesnt eny care......... about me im cahnging........i like the lonlynesss i like the haterd of others i like my blood being spillied i hate every thing about me....... and so does every oen else why does no one cry when i die... noone.... its like im not eve nthier no one sees me or hears meno one cares enough to ask y do u do this to ur self i ahve no heart..... or soul...... im jsut a holow body that feels nothing but pain and depp sorrow the onoly thing that goes in my mind si the questoin y why ... why... why... screams why................