I’m driving us home,
We had so much fun...

I sit in my room just looking at her picture,
dreaming that one day we will be together...

I can not escape what I am,
for it is written all over me...

I'm a cutter,
thats what the doctors say...

I sit in my room,
looking at the feathers on the floor...

I watch you so much,
when you walk down the hall...

The blood. the blood,
all I see is blood...

Wanted,
someone to deal with my little brother...

I am nothing to you,
no mater how much I wanna be your everything...

Love might be blind,
but the soul is not numb...

You look into my eyes,
and point the gun at my heart...

This is what I read at my uncles funeral today...