"You won't be loved until your dying...
Say the angels of self-harm and hate...

Dear Mom And Dad:
You always tell me to do better...

So many words overflow my soul.
My crimson tears fall down my face...

There is a girl with a smile set on her face,
One that could so easily be earsed...

What would you say if today was your last day?
what would you do if you had been giving a clue...

Suddenly shut out from this world that I knew for...
Nobody talks no more...