Stupid things surround me
why are they even here...

Sitting here watching memories fade
the good and bad times we made...

Hush...let it all stop
hear the blood drip and drop...

Dear diary,
this is my last letter to you...

A last glance escaped from his face
Looking back to such a disaster...

I don't love you
but I'm lying to myself...

The imperfections that I see
Somehow don't matter to me...

From the movie:
"I hate the way you talk to me...

Standing here with that knife i said
do you think its all going to me head...

What you do will soon show
all the things i did...

He\'s right there
he treats me like a queen...

I want to cry thinking that you're gone
i know that i left, and that was wrong...