Dear God, it's me again.
I need to talk to you...

Tears of crimson slide down her cheek
Painful relief is what she seeks...

I see a young girl with a frown on her face
Her once beautiful gown is now blood-covered lace...

In his hands
He holds my heart...

I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real...

What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
But I'm not sure I can go on much longer...

((Verse 1))
Two days until the end comes too soon...

The twinkle in your eyes
The smile on your face...

Blades and razors
Scissors and glass...

Razor kissed wrists
Blood runs slow...

Tell me you don't wear the razorblade's kiss
The kiss that's drawn across the wrist...

She sits in her room with a sharpie in her hand
Writing down the words that no one understands...