I cut myself tonight
But don't be shocked...

I see the girls walking
With their perfect legs...

Your blood drips from my finger tips. One by one...
I hold my slit wrist above your hand. My blood...

I’m sick of having to forgive you
I don’t want to say it anymore...

I feel the demon
Ever so close...

It changes color
Once it dries...

How did you do this to me?
I told myself...

They stare in my direction
But look right through me...

Listen to me
I won't talk long...

If you're giving up on you
Then you might as well...

I think to myself late at night
That I shouldn't have dropped you...

Why's Daddy like this?
He's being so rough...