A temptation to cut my wrist
whenever i here your name...

Take a look at me
And in a split second you can tell...

Today is my last
I'm sick of life...

Shes blind, but she can see her life falling apart
shes still going, but shes broken at heart...

The candle stands for me
not the stongest tyou have seen...

Emotions, disturbing
this weak heart of mine is hurting...

They say shes a loser
she listens as they talk...

Put on the fake smile
wipe off those tears...

Picture of our memories
are held against my walls...

They say this kind of thing isn't so hard
or is it they just pretend...

Tears absorb in my skin
it never goes away...

She marked the spots on her arms
tonight was her last time for self harm...