Now that your gone,
there is no one i can talk to...

Why do people ask, why do i want to die?
Why do i want to leave this place, and go live in...

Cutting just eases the pain, for a lonely moment...
I get to the top, then once again, I have to...

I try real hard not to cry,
But then i realize, I'm all a lie...

You know I'm leaving,
I've just recently told you...

She thinks she has no friends,
the knife is always there...

My mum abandoned me, my dad wants me dead,
"GET THE F U K OFF MY PROPERTY" was all...

My love for you is way too strong,
Its stopping me from moving on...

Thanks for all your love,
thanks for all your hate...

I have no heart, I can not feel,
I do not know what isn't real...

When you pick up that blade,
The first cuts always the best...

Time will tell how I will feel,
Time will tell if I will heal...