The pain is so deep that I'm not,
I'm not even feeling it anymore...

The thoughts run down her leg.
the blood drips from the knee...

The words fall across the screen.
i hate you begins a new trend...

My hands are covered up in blood.
there covered inside the dirt...

I try everything for you to notice me
i would dye my hair but do you see...

As i sit here trying to figure out.
what to write for you...

What goes on with her life?
why does she damage her skin...

Putting the make up on.
yellow eye shadow covers...

I play the song over and over.
the headphones are banging...

Last time i wrote one.
we left with a good note...

So your at it again.
i see the little mark on your wrist...

Sitting in a room full of paper.
she looks for a pen or a pencil...