Knife in my hand
blood on my clothes...

***this was for someone, i will not disclose that...
i hate all her lies...

I wish they would all die
i hate them all so much...

Id rather laugh than cry
id rather have fun than feel bad for myself...

Blood on the knife
blood on the floor...

Blood on my sleeves
blood on my blade...

I will love you for what you are
not who you pretend to be...

What would life be like
if i wouldve kept my baby...

I take my knife
and look at its smooth sharp blade...

You make me quiver,with anticipation
you make me shiver,with elation...

You are loved
but you dont know why...

With all of my hatred
bottled all up in my mind...