I've confessed to you,
so why can't I cry...

It hurts,
my heart is broken...

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

He's coming up the stairs,
left foot, right foot...

As I sit alone,
cutting and bleeding...

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

Oh, blade made of metal,
so shiny and sharp...

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

Your picture set me over the edge,
slicing, dicing...

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

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

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