In her knife she confides,
All the scars on her arms she hides...

She goes home after school
Of course she feels like a fool...

Crimson blood pours out of my arm,
I feel no pain for this is regular harm...

I'm n0thing with0UT y0u...
ii need y0u here... f0r n0 0NE else is...

Do you know me?
If you don’t, well here’s a key...