She steals a quick glance,
at the reflection in the mirror...

I often sat and wondered,
and would just look outside...

Silence escapes my lips,
and I bring out the knife...

Can you see passed her eyes,
and the pain that lies behind...

The rose petal falls
Silently and slowly...

Out came the blade from the drawer,
Pierce me; blood flowing from my wrist...

Take a chance, make a cut,
It won't hurt so much...

She sees a reflection, staring back,
Cold, gray eyes...

I Cut I Bleed
I Fly I Dream...

You haunt me from the inside,
And watch as I pick this blade...