We are a normal family,
we fight, cry, and love...

The thoughts we have shared,
all the times we have cared...

He picks up the razor.
She grabs the knife...

Drip
water drips from the faucet...

She wants to know,
if he really cares...

I can't take it back,
not even for you...

You tiptoe the sharp razor,
you say you want die...

Oh yeah they care,
until you lose your underwear...

You are my thoughts,
and what i dream...

Sun sets,
stars rise out...

Slip, Slip, Slip,
goes your sanity...

Sexy, cutie, hottie.
that's what they say...