Place a gun to my head
and let me spill the thoughts i had about you
that I never said

Place a blade on my wrist
and watch as the crimson river flows
and releases the pain that my heart beholds

People ask me whats wronge, like me telling them my problems is going to make it better, like me getting it off my chest, telling more people is going to make me feel great, well sorry to burst your problems solving bubble, but its not

~*~I cry from my wrists~*~

~*~With your words you cut up my emotions, so with my razor I cut up my wrists~*~

"Why do we only love the ones that don't love us back"

"I'm in love with your best friend, but I'm falling for his"

~Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me~

*not mine

* I would promis you forever, if we were promised a tomarrow*

I know that everyone makes mistakes, i just hope that your not one of mine