Theres so many things
i have to still do...

She goes home everyday
and takes out her knife...

I cut my wrists
and fall to the cold floor...

Don't worry about how i feel
ill never get well...

You knew that i was a cutter,
why didn't you care...

I don't think i deserve this
to die like i am...

Oh how i love
just to see you again...

You make me wonder, stop and stare,
and then i finally agree to the dare...

How can you be so disappointed in me
when all i try to do...

Why'd you make this happen?
why'd you let her die...

I don't know what i did to you
that was all that bad...

My spirit starts to rise
and i see my body on the floor...