If we went to the past and i loved you would it all be ok?

1,2,3,4,5 I'll hate my dad till i die 6,7,8,9,10 now i'll slit my wrist again

I'm going to push you down the stairs to hell as thats where you belong...

Isn't it amazing what pictures on your wrist you can make

Hold on to your heart

Closing my eyes but opening them to find you screaming in my face

Smudged mascara down my face

Trying to climb from this pit

I've thrown the knife to your heart, can i have it back?

Cries of a girl, cutting her wrists, cries of a woman, finding her dead.