I pick up the knife.
Look at what he done.
How can it be that I gave him my soul?
All he did was leave me in the cold.
I cut once for him leaving me.
Two for the pain.
Three for me feeling ashamed.
Why did I fell in love?
I knew it was going to happen again.
I should end my life.
I'm gong to take my knife.
Cut my wrist.
See how much I can take of this?
Watch the blood drop to the floor.
Cry out no more.
No more feeling ashamed.
No more calling his name.
You shut the door.
Now what are you going to do about me laying on the floor?
Are you going to tell my parents that you left me in the cold?
When I gave you my heart and soul.
