My wrists are the canvas
and the razor is the brush...

No need to tell me i am loved
i have known my entire life...

You played me over
what else can i say...

I am not a happy person
cant you see that...

It was one night
one perfect evening...

The passion inside
How it bubbles up slowely...

Lord once again i cannot sleep
I come to you for guidance...

When I was young and naieve of the world,
I felt so careless and free...