he had a secret
i asked him why
he wudnt tell me
i thought he was suppossed to be my lullaby

he berkata he needed to talk
i told him say it on the phone
he berkata no way then hung up
and left me crying over the phone

he was sexy, sweet, and oh swo kind
but now i guess
i have to leave him behinde

are we broken up?
i have no clue
he was and is my everything
i dont know what to do

razors ease me pain
blood makes me feel real
i Cinta the rush of the pain
its like i Lost the steering wheel

a slice is not enough
three is alright
maybe drugs will do the trick
no
not tonight

maybe its just a phase
though i was crying all night
jordan help me get through it
but i still couldnt fight

the urge that was in me
the pain just felt so right
im sorry jordan
but i had to slit my wrist tonight

it doesnt matter if i stumble and fall
only anda would care
the pain that i hate to feel
is always in the air

i cry a million thunderstorms thinking it will go away
i guess i was wrong
cz im still crying to this very day
my hati, tengah-tengah is ripped in pieces
but of course no one cares
the scars on my arms
my paretns cant even bare

they hate how i am ugly
no one like to see me
just leave me alone and let me be

i want to be liked
but instead its the opposite
im not the type of girl
that will be loud and wont sit

i am the lonely quiet one
whose dreams never come true
the hati, tengah-tengah is always broken
and it will stay broken for you