The rope around my wrists will strangle you to an early grave.

I tried to tell you. I was just making mistakes. Too many problems. Where do i belong??

Wiping my eyes, i can't find what is missing. Oh wait yes i have, my heart.

Kicked out of a motionless body, lying on the floor....

You messed me up. You never listened. You are moving on. You have forgotton that i'm dead.

Its time to leave this bitter cold place.

How am i supposed to get by?

Saying i want to leave this place, if i do what if the other place is worse. How would i escape then?

Patching up my heart with the uncut skin of your wrist...

And as i cry i slowly start to fade..