Sweet sixteen; a lonely girl,
Unaware of what was to unfurl...

Razorblades and solitude,
Crimson tears, I’m in the mood...

I sit alone and begin to write,
Watching the day fade to night...

Is it a crime to love to write?
Is it wrong to have a dark sight...

It is true that I love to write.
In my head, light and dark fight...

We began as one, just you and me,
You said we're done; you said I'm free...

Everything we have been through,
Everything that is to come...

If I stop then I'm a coward,
If I fight then I'm to fail...

All these thoughts driving me insane;
Rip out my heart for it causes me pain...

You push and push until I break,
I've had all that I can take...