Scarred and crying,
my soul is dying...

This ones for you,
if you wake up with shame...

Love is my endless thoughts of you,
when I go to sleep...

Now I lay me down to sleep,
slit my wrist and watch me bleed...

She told me sh was sorry,
but she really had to go...

Standing on the edge,
peering down below...

I could do drugs,
and get lost in a scene...

When you feel life get you down,
look beside you and there I'll be...

You stood by me in times of sadness,
you picked me up off the ground...

She was only 17,
she always blamed herself...

Love isn't something you pass around,
its not something you can hold...

You might as well slit my wrist,
and lay me down to die...