A love note... is just a suicide letter,
the sweetest kisses... are from my razor blade...

He took away...
the need to have meaning...

Her eyes the color of the midnight blue,
with a twinkle like the midnight stars...

Silver, sharp, glistening red,
That single blade lies on my bed...

This knife I have and hold,
My heart grows weak and cold...

I remember the first time,
The first time I put a blade to my wrist...

Blue-eyed baby
dressed in navy...

Little girl, you don't have to cry any more,
You don't have to waste any more tears...

I hate her, I want to see her bleed, I want to...

On the outside she' s whole,
you could never see...

Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies...

A fight about to begin,
an on going tug of war between a heart...