Yes, cry those
crimson tears...

They've made me
mad I'm ready to...

Yes i will take that next puff
yes i will make that next slit...

Yes, do that slit take that puff my yourself feel...
high as a kite slowly bleeding out of your wrist...

This is where i lie
cause here is where i wanna die...

Yes take another puff and another drink do your...

By slitting my arm
I'm causing self harm...

Cut my wrist
take that puff...

The depression is
piling up and the...

She stands up in the mirror and looks in disgust...

Crimson tears run
down her arm as...

Every slit tells a
story of my pain...