I let the blood of mine drip off my wrist,
like rain it falls into a puddle of emotions...

LoVe is pink,
like roses and candy...

You lier, you lied to my face, you broke my heart...
*This for one of my friends who lost my trust...

A rope necklace,
A chair staircase...

This anger builds up inside me,
and slowly turns into wrath...

I take this razor-blade across my wrist,
the crimson tears roll slowly off my finger-tips...

Guns Blazin,
Sheilds breaking...