You kid and you joke
You say that you want me...
Drop the knife
Look down at my arms...
Listen to me
Hear me through...
Your blood drips from my finger tips. One by one...
I hold my slit wrist above your hand. My blood...
Everywhere I go
People are lying...
Let’s compare scars
Open up to each other...
Lie to me
Tell me I meant nothing to you...
Sometimes I Don't Mind. When Life Gets Boring.
I Don't Know...
Just like sisters
Your house is mine...
Look at me
And you will see...
My spilt blood speaks louder than words
Every drop of blood...
Jane walks up to you
Sleeping in the hospital bed...