I know you so well,
Inside out...

She had talked about it.
Thought about it...

In your eyes
I see the ways...

You hold the gun
As you hold the knife...

Doomed to die,
These shallow lies are killing me...

Wants control
Of life...

Sitting on that cold tub tile,
Knowing I'm going into denial...

Instead of cutting
I sit here now...

Scream at the sky
Because everything is changing...

Rain gathers up in puddles,
Up in rivers...

She died,
Soul goes up...

Don't you get it?
These feelins are out of our control...