Slowly, softly, perfectly
It slides across my wrist...

Everything seems to fall apart
Leaving me with one more scar...

Scared of failing you again
As I look down at the bottle...

Sliding with the faintest sound
Waiting for the pain...

Sometimes I wonder how anyone who has a heart
Can easily forget the pain and tear someone else...

Why should I waste my time trying to live?
I've lost so much and I have nothing to give...

This is what I've created
Something distorted and unique...

Teens that are trapped in high school, waiting to...
Often get talked about, and often they are lies...

I hear the sound of screaming
The notes that are replayed...

The death of me will be sweet
Though it is a selfish suicide...

Sing to me of the blood that pours
And the pain of bleeding hearts...

The only things worth living for can be taken away...
The major things that bring me down are memories...