She must be infected,
she must be, indeed...

I'm counting down,
to the emotional breakdown...

In a corner she sits,
singing herself to sleep...

Don't listen to second thoughts,
I can't bear to lose you...

There's a drug to make you numb.
There's a drug to make you fuzzy...

It's so hard to resist,
letting blood bleed from my wrists...

Can you smell the wicked in the air?
Pull the card from your sleeve...

Dealing with the death of a friend,
can this just end...

Drowning in tears,
I need to be sterilized...

Reid Sample,
he was such a nice guy...

Depressingly beautiful;
the smile on her face...

One cheer for the fear of her mother.
Out loud she cries...