I love a guy I've never seen,
at least not face-to-face...

As I sit alone,
cutting and bleeding...

Through all my painful wounds,
and lonely tears...

I should give my ex credit for this. Without out...
Why do you always come back...

I'll trade you the world,
for your perfect kiss...

Take away my razor,
take away my blade...

I look at my arms and legs,
and feel a surge of hate...

I cry for you,
almost every single night...

You've gone far in life,
been through the lows...

I wish I never sent that message,
the one with all my pain...

I've tasted his kisses,
felt his soft touch...

His icy blue eyes showed me a future,
one without putting up a fight...