I'll draw you the picture of my life The paper my arm, the pen my knife

The reason killing myself never worked before was becuase i had no real reason, but now I do....you.

The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway. The losing card I'll someday lay...and that someday is today.

I don't care if you love me, or hate me....as long as you know I'm there.

Blood is such a pretty color...
Why keep it inside of you?

Deep in my heart is where it sinks in
Deep in the flesh is where I dig in.

I hate you even more than I hate myself!