I'm sitting here,
Without You...

The blade is dull,
and my arm is red...

You don't understand what you mean to me,
you don't even care...

Watch it pierce my skin,
the blood slowly trickles down my arm...

Beyond Reason
Toward Despair...

The wind blows through her hair,
As she stands there looking down at the rushing...

Free of cost,
But dangerous...

It was never my fault.
The screaming and the harsh works...

Some folks take like one day at a time. Others...
So give me your hand...

I Wake Up,
Blade In My Hand...