I don't cry myself to sleep...
I don't have to bleed to feel better...

My daddy was never my first true love.
People say a girl's first true love is her daddy...

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

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

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

Falling in love is drifting off to sleep listening...
Falling in love is watching the sun slowly sink...

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

The dark angel came to meet me here,
sensing the pain, hurt and fear...

Blue-eyed baby
dressed in navy...

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

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

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