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

Maybe she feels like her heart is starting to...
ad maybe that's why her nightly ritual is to just...

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...

If he ever saved her she may become human,
she wouldn't sit alone in her room with her music...

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

I feel dizzy
my face goes pale...

There's nothing more beautiful then self inflicted...
when you feel really down and have nothing to...

She's scared of the dark
and afraid to go to bed...

From best friends to enemies
that's how me and her are...

The pressure of looking perfect
made me think of my weight so much more...

It seems hard to live
what i used to have is now gone...