The shining light of stars
Are given up for the flickering light of cars...

As I Slit My Wrists....
I think of you...

Though I fear the worst is to happen,
I stand my guard...

Natasha was my friend
When I was thirteen...

Thoughts that seem so hard not to give in.
If you do, it'll be considered a sin...

I know that my attempt to die has disturbed you.
I know perfectly well that it was a disappointing...

As i kiss you,
So warm and sweet...

There is a posion at my core.
It's drying all my blood slowly...

She sits alone
Long hair in the wind...

She stands there with her wrists bleeding.
All her disgrace, defeating...

It is your FAULT!
It is my FAULT...

I see you walking away.
You'll never notice me...