Smooth appearance on the outside
but broken and beaten on the inside...

You slit my throat so I can't scream,
you slit my wrists so I can't hold on...

It seems God took your wheel
and drove you straight to heaven...

I'm addicted to the drug,
and i've gotten the disease...

If only i had a dollar for every tear that fell...
i'd be a millionare...

Lines of blood,
dry upon my wrist...