It's eight weeks to the day sice i last hurt...
I've been working hard to find my inner wealth...

I'm really scared Nim,
I don't know what to do...

I'm sorry i have been such a b.i.t.c.h,
I'm sorry i havn't been there...

Her moonless hair creeps down her back
fizzling into blood red flames...

As you slipped away so silently i wonder if you...
The angels tears down porcelain skin, the anguish...

Your Gone???...
I hate the lies they told us...

You were such a great person,
I loved you so much...

I'm gonna' draw a picture, a picture with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razor, and the canvas is my...

Hold my hand, show me the way,
Help me to get through another day...

One day I woke and said to myself,
I've felt like sh1t for so long now...

Self hatred running through my veins...