Damn them! The betrayer,
the heartless, the backstabbers...
It's been a full three years since that time,
you know the one m'dear, so slowly has it passed...
First you get with me
You tell me "I love you"...
Sure, wrath may seem good at the time; good,
Enough to do your time; in the pits of hell...
I want to cut,
to feel the blade across my wrist...
The demons in my head
They still scream silently...
Dripping cold tears
Silent dark fears...
Tears drop
I'm all alone...
My mouth has been sewn shut.
I cannot tell you when I am happy...
Nothing can compare to the erotic burn, the rush...
From carving your initials into your tender thigh...
They've all told me that...
no one sounds any different...
Theres blood on the forest floor, right
where you use to be...