I'm laying on the floor
a puddle of blood around my head...

As I lay across my blood-stained-bed,
with cuts on my wrists, ankles, and my neck...

Jump . . .
Standing on the roof...

I don't care what anyone says,
I love you, and will love you forever...

Tears fall to the floor,
and shatter...

As I sit in my dark little corner,
crying my eyes out...

From my cuts,
flow blood...

When we are walking
we hold hands...

She screams and she cries
she shakes and she bleeds...

Sad eyes,
and a tear-stained face...

It started with a virgin red rose,
in the beginning of spring...

My twisted lullaby,
music notes from my music box, playing in my mind...