Alone doesn't hurt anymore
The pains too strong to feel it.
Alone doesn't work anymore
There's no one left to heal it.
If I turn my back on it all
And walk away from this place.
Then maybe someone will find
These dried up tears on my face.

Poor thing(I can show them all)
She could have been so
pretty so thin(what they never could see)
She could have been so
smart so rich(once they watch my fall)
She could've been so
loved so blessed(they'll finally notice me)
She could've been but
she never got a grip(if I just lose my grip)

Too many voices
None of them mine
They're far too loud
To hear my pain inside
If I could leave this world
Leave it all behind
Would they shutup
And watch my suicide...ride

Faith doesn't come from inside
You've got to go and get it.
Faith doesn't stay by your side
You've got not regret it.
If I look my faith in the eyes
And let my tears flow with grace
Then maybe someday I'll find
A life to embrace.

Poor thing(I can show them all)
She could have been so
pretty so thin(what they never could see)
She could have been so
smart so rich(once they watch my fall)
She could've been so
loved so blessed(they'll finally notice me)
She could've been but
she never got a grip(if I just lose my grip)

Too many voices
None of them mine
They're far too loud
To hear my pain inside
If I could leave this world
Leave it all behind
Would they shutup
And watch my suicide...ride