Slits on her wrists, she should have never got...
Slits on her wrists, she had been hurt so bad...

Eight months pregnant when she saw the light
They were so happy going home that night...

I never thought I'd be holding a knife
That was so close to the end of my life...

Please help me figure out
Why I am here...

I cut myself
The cuts run deep...

I CRY
But only on the inside...

Long nights of dreams filling my head of you.
Cold summer days lying in my bed scared...

Soul of this earth is the ocean
Gift of this life are her waves...

Please don't toy with my heart thats the last...

I'll leave you untouched.
I never once said...

Looking back at all of the old pictures of you...

I sit alone
in my dark house...