I clutch the bottle of gasoline,
Tight in my fist...

Crimson liquid runs
down my wrists...

I put this gun to my head
and pull the trigger...

With this gun
I'll make a hole...

I just wanna bleed,
cut my insides out for all to see...

You can cut up your wrists
until you bleed to death...

Did you watch your brother
get murdered...

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

Every night I get beat.
it's a daily routine...

Each day I begin to hate myself
a little more and more...

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

A slash across my ankle,
was the first cut I made...