I wake up smiling in an evil grin
I wake up thinking about the wrong I have done...

I sit here in my basement alone you caused me pain...
your entrails...

This thing call love what is it? Past years days...
When will my pain end? I hate it because you say...

Life is real in many ways. People think it's...

This knife I hold is a part of me. Someday it wont...

I'm sick in the head,
Nobody will care if i'm dead...

I put the knife to my writs and arm
I watch the blood drip to the ground...