What do you care if I cut my wrists?
Does it really matter at all to you...

Of all the things you've put me through
I hate to say that I love you...

I know your favorite color
The exact shade of green...

My smile has left
In its place is nothing...

Just one look into the stars
and my heart bleeds for you...

Here comes that feeling again
Winding up inside...

There's only this,
There's only now...

My eyes are the trees
Brown roots with green breaking through...

Do you ever look in the mirror
Wonder how you turned out like this...

I've never found the right words
nothing seems good enough...

You broke my heart
Into little pieces...

Writers block, oh writers block
What to say to thee...