The room is dark, light coming only from the moon.
I know it will happen, so very, very soon...

Watching the blade,
Push through my skin...

Cry yourself to sleep, every time you're awake,
Knowing in the morning, that nothing will have...

A crying recovery, is what I am. A bleeding...
Torn in my sorrows, I wish for something more...

Oh such pain; has never been this bad.
Physical or in my mind; one takes thoughts off of...

He says he loves you.
She says she's in love with you...