The tales you tell
the lies are draining...

The things that you say
cold as ice...

Hang me from your pretty noose
the one brought out for little use...

When a goblet's filled with flame
quench your driving thirst for fame...

Hurt gone deep
disturbing sleep...

Pressure of work not done right
a darkness to explore no light...

When I wake up
well, I know I'll think of you...

Empty.
Alone...

Help.
Advice...

This has started up again
and I don't know why...

This world's in destruction
and all of it's past...

Stop the cutting
the suicidal tendencies...