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

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

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

I cry those tears for you
I shed this blood for him...

Black is the color
that brings you down...

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

You take away my blade,
but you don't know...

The clock strikes 12,
and your fate is revealed...

Haven't you ever looked,
at the vibrant colors of the world...

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

Daddy, I can’t help but feel that it was...
If I hadn’t begged you to come home early...

When I first saw you,
To me, you were just some geek...