Christmas day is a time for love,
i know you're not here, because you're up above...

My trust is very seldom
it is barely ever found...

I used to love
I used to feel...

They all keep me sane
and they keep me alive...

I am not right
not right for this place...

Drugs, alcohol and older boys,
no more barbies or other toys...

On my shirt and on my dress,
100 dots, not more, not less...

Soon it will be my birthday,
before i didn\'t know what i want...

I don't know what made me think
he couldn't find the door in the light...

It's a habit to cut
and it's a pleasure to bleed...

She let's the slits heel
hoping the scars will fade away...

She slits her wrists but why?
because the blood shows the tears that she wants...