It's not enough to just say, I miss you.

I used to be love drunk, now I'm just hung over.

It's hard to say goodbye when you know it's over.

I need something to take away all of this pain..

Why didn't you mean it when you looked me in the eyes and said, I love you so many times? I know, because I'm nothing special to you. Just a heart you can play with.

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had enough time.

I'm waiting for you to say, I still love you.

It's alright baby 'cause I love the way you lie.

The thoughts about death, suicide.. It's over powering.

It's complicated how you can be addicted to the pain, the cutting, the alcohol, the drugs.. You never really can stop though, you never get out of the habit. It's constantly on your mind.