If I died tonight, I could finally get the chance to see if you really cared like you said and I could see if you even cry. So Ill paint the walls in my blood and write you a goodbye and I hope youll hold your head in your hands and cry me a lullaby.

If love is just another form of suicide...then please keep loving me just a little bit longer...

...promise me she's not your world...

...The Best Part of BeLIEve is the Lie...

My heart is on my sleeve, I wear it like a bruise and black eye...

You broke her heart again, this is what she did: She opened up the journal where she wrote of all the times you hit her and left her there to cry. She took out her razor and on the journal with her blood... she wrote lovely GOODBYE