Quit holding on to what she was.
She doesn't recognize you or herself anymore...

You're the nicotine to my cigarette
the cradle to which i rock...

Blood trails appear
across swollen flesh...

I love the way you wear your hair
the way you dot your i...

This isn't a phase
a phase is something that comes and goes...

I now know that i dont want help
these problems cannot be resolved...

Deep, dark crevices
filled with crimson pigment...

I never trust anyone.
I question everything...

Please someone help me - take away my loneliness.
Please someone fill me - take away my emptiness...

In the spring, you will bloom, like her heart...

Just keep making copies
of copies...

I know this may be redundant
But I think it bares repeating...