I'm going under once more.
Going to a place I thought I left...

There is a voice in my head again
Bring up the past I do not wish to remember...

Razor Razor, In my hand
Only thing that be near me at the end...

Why do they want it that way?
They want to play pretend...

Alone I am
Except me and the voice...

Happiness what is that?
I never heard of it before...

They say they wanna help me.
But they don't really care...

Heart breaks
Blood Drips...