She sits at home and tries to remember all the days    when everybody said nothing could bring her down    Now she's found that she can't stand the site of her reflection    in the windows of this beat up old town    She's packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag    She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories       And every night that she's alive    Is a potential suicide    And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her       she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare   and a headache that will never go away    She's doing time and hating every minute of it blaming    everything on something she can't escape    She cries and she cries    But no one ever listens    She doesn't understand why she can't slow down    She's packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag    She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories       And every night that she's alive    Is a potential suicide    And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her    And all the pain she's kept inside    Doesn't help to cleanse her mind    From all the heartache and the frustration tonight    And now it feels like she's been dealt a shitty hand    She said "it is mine" but she doesn't understand       And every night that she's alive    Is a potential suicide    And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her    And all the pain she's kept inside    Doesn't help to cleanse her mind    From all the teardrops that she cried       And every night that she's alive    Is a potential suicide    And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her    And all the pain she's kept inside    Doesn't help to cleanse her mind    From all the heartache and the frustration tonight