Every time i tell my lies
the tears take over as my heart cries...

I'm sorry
for all the times i didn't call...

To a place where i don't have to cry
away from this world i will fly...

Happy on the outside
alone on the inside...

My eyes cloud up
I stumble through the dark...

Tonight even the moon will hide
from the haunting terror...

I hang up the phone
and my eyes cloud up; i'm alone...

It's funny to think that my whole life
suddenly revolves completely around a knife...

I feel the release
i feel the addiction...

As i stand
with the knife in my hand...

As i stand
razor in my hand...

"i got caught"
that's what you told me right after you told me...