Im hated by all
there's nobody there when i call...

When i sleep
i always die...

Sitting all alone
feeling numb inside...

Come with me to a place unknown,
To hear a story never told...

This is to the pretty little girl,
With the little red shoes...

Deadly thoughts run through my head
Thinking about the joy of being dead...

When you told me you wanted to die,
I wish you had seen that tear in my eye...

Just when everything was making sense,
You took away my self-confidence...

You said you loved me
You said you cared...

I want to drink the blood from your lips
I want to hear the blackness of your soul...

Cutting, it's something I do
to relieve the pain I feel from you...

You left me here to cry
you wouldn't care if i died...