The cuts on
her wrists tell the stories...

I am lonely and confused.
I wonder what it would be like to be loved...

It's hard to believe that i ever dated you.
i look back and see how naive i was...

I pick you up once,
I pick you up twice...

The Rush.
it makes me feel alive...

This razor is my tool.
the only thing i can control...

Why do you do this to me?
why do you tell me that you love me...

we had it all planned out,
our life that is...

Your touch is the only thing i want to feel.
when you tell me you love me...