A plain box with nothing but a name,
containing things meant to be thrown away...

Breathing is just a way to pass time
Until I commit my next crime...

Crimson rivers flow from my eyes
I pray every night that I would die...

I can't be who I want to be
false truths, secrets...

Too many issues, not enough time
Things keep spinning...

You look in my eyes but just see a wall
I keep you out so I won't fall...

I look in the mirror and see a lost soul,
A cold lonely person who's lost their way...

I've shed all my tears
There's nothing left to fall...

Behind these eyes lies a broken soul
A cold distant child from a broken home...

Drawing blood with every slash
More pain with every slash...

One wish is all I ask
to bleed more with every gash...

Lying in bed night after night,
Crying herself to sleep...