Four o'clock in the morning
Afraid to open my eyes...

Another failed attempt
I tried to...

Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter,
Yet you fail to notice...

Despair, emptiness
See the hatred wasted on yourself...

Trapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort...

I have scars
up and down my arm...

I have scars
up and down my arm...

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me...

She held the knife so close to her heart.
Like a foolish child she sat and cried...

The life of a cutter
no one can explain...

I have given up on life.
I want nothing to do with family and friends...

I would need this gun
To complete my mission...