A pain so real to make you cry.
A love so fake you'll want to die.
From all his anger I slit my arm.
And yet I still love his beauty and charm.
A weak girl, trying to find my place.
But wherever I go I see his face.
I melt at the moment I feel his skin,
and to kiss his lips would be the greatest sin.
Not able to defend what is right in my heart.
And to explain how I feel I don't know where to start.
For someone to understand all the anger and pain
that couldn make anyone go completly insaine.
I only wish to end all this heartache and strife.
It could all be done with one slit of a knife.
It'll happen to fast, no pain I will show.
And the fact that I died for love, they will never know.
