This morning will be the last time
I'll wake up with a frown...

Why is it, the one who progresses,
is held back...

One cut, two cuts, three cuts,
four...

I listen to sad music,
Read depressing poems...

Black is the color
that brings you down...

One cut
for every time you've lied...

I can remember his laugh,
his smile and jokes...

Dark and alone, abused and ignored,
She is the one rejected by the Lord...

I look into
her tired eyes...

A huge perfect picture masked,
only a stream of glancing glimpses...

What's happened to this world?
Look what we've become...

Thanks for never being there
to wipe away my tears...