she spends the days sitting by herself,
face down on her bed wishing she was someone else.
no time to live, no time to give
only time to take.
spilling onto the floor she takes a bit more of the stuff she hates.

(running far from home)
looking back every step
(now shes all alone)
and shes losing her grip

Jasmyne wont you tell me what is wrong with you!
wont you tell me i can trust in you?
i know that life is hard
you never got very far,
but how we act is a reflection of who we are...

she spent those days sitting by herself.
if only i knew and couldve broke through,
then maybe id have helped.
its too late now, shes gone, lost in a world full of hate.
with all that shes done shell never know how it couldve been great.