You used to love me,
we used to be friends...

I tell you you're all I want,
I tell you you're all I need...

I feel so hurt and used
theres no one I can trust...

I'm tired of acting like I don't love you,
I'm sick of pretending not to know you...

The feeling of death,
lingers in the midst...

The forlorn dove creeps
throughout the sky...

I love the feeling of the knife,
as it glides through my skin...

No longer can I,
hold onto my life...

Pick up a knife,
slit my wrist...

For myself I cannot speak,
cannot breathe...