I'll paint the mirrors in my room black
if it helps to forget you..my mere existence makes...

What have i done to you that makes you hate me
i cant stand this pain it makes me high...

Sitting in my room late at night trying to...

Standing outside alone
wondering if i could ever call this place...

As i lay down beside you
i feel the memories well up inside...

I sit here all alone
trying to figure out how i should end it all...

I wonder if your satisfied
with what you've done to me...

These dreams only
defeat the purpose...

She took her razor
& plunged it in...