Do you ever cut yourself
To see the marks it leaves...

As the knife cut her wrist
she wondered how could she do this...

The night was cold
Her face was wet...

Dim is the light
it use to be bright...

Its feeling lonely at home
When every ones there...

She looks in the mirror,
At what is staring back...

My crimson flow rises,
In the valley of blues...

This willl be the one last time
that i will see ur beautiful face...

A young girl, in the room she sat
aged around 4, if that...

A young girl, in the room she sat
aged around 4, if that...

-- sorry its so long guys--
â??Hey darl, howâ??s it...

A simple question
he took the answer too far...