A love note... is just a suicide letter,
the sweetest kisses... are from my razor blade...

Her eyes the color of the midnight blue,
with a twinkle like the midnight stars...

On the outside she' s whole,
you could never see...

I hate her, I want to see her bleed, I want to...

Little girl, you don't have to cry any more,
You don't have to waste any more tears...

Blue-eyed baby
dressed in navy...

I remember the first time,
The first time I put a blade to my wrist...

He took away...
the need to have meaning...

You promised never to let me fall...
Yet here I am on the ground, bloody and bruised...

This knife I have and hold,
My heart grows weak and cold...

Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies...

Silver, sharp, glistening red,
That single blade lies on my bed...