I think you like it when i stumble
and when i always stare to the ground...

You place this dead rose in my hands
not knowing it causes harm...

You should just point this gun to my head
you should just pull the trigger...

She was only six
when she had to die...

My smile so untruthful
but people believe...

Mirrors, mirrors in your eyes
reflection bouncing back and show me mine...

Angry as ever
she pulled up her sleeve...

I took out the knife
when i came home today...

I'm nothing she replied
and fell to the floor...

The knife i re-lie on
takes away so much pain...

I went into the bathroom
slowly closed the door...

Disappear for my sake, and my sake only
I want you gone, I want you away from me...