Fairy tales are wrong,
Someone has to die...

A song between lovers,
A heart so pure...

I cut in deep,
And kissed the blade...

Sixteen years old,
Cant take anymore...

Turn around and look,
What have you done to me...

You know...
I miss the times we only had eyes for each other...

The first of September,
I fell for you hard...

My eyes are blacking over,
My wrists are crying red...

She was only 15,
Way to young to die...

She hurt so much,
Deep down inside...

She felt it in her throat,
She felt it in her heart...

Some people sit and cry,
Until no more tears will come...