Someone gave me a black rose,
It still had every thorn...

Beautiful as usual, with cuts across her wrists.
She cries alone in darkness, and wonders will she...

You're asking why I hate you.
Why do you even ask...

Cutting, seeing, crying, needing.
running backwards, falling down...

For every tear i cried, for every bleeding cut,
for every name you called me, b*t*h and w*o*e and...

Tell me you love me, say it's all true.
Act like you mena it, I've heard it before...