Telling someone they have your heart, it's like giving them an invitation to screw with you in every way.

Mirror mirror on the wall, show me what I want to see.. Lie to me.

Grave digger when you dig my grave, can you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain.

Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posie. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

I broke my two months of not cutting, I just can't take it anymore.. I'm addicted to the pain.

Happiness is just an illusion that doesn't last.

I wish I knew how to tell you I still want you.

Right now at this moment, it feel so right, being here with you.

I wish I was dead and you were still breathing.

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.