I sit in a dark room silently
shocked of words i can not speak...

Y cant u see that my Life is not a put on show
because u say u understand me but u don't no...

Knife blood its all in my head
that confronting flavor the blood so nice and red...

You said your love for me was true and for that...
you said what we had was not a regret it was fate...

Towards u i feel ashame
2 say \"cerra\" is my last name...

I cant help sliting my wrist
i hope it was worth all theses time u hit me with...

DEAR SANTA
On my wrist i draw a broken heart...

She loves others and has no troubles in her life!
she enjoys every moment of it and has so much fun...

I no this girl she f u k i n hates her life!
all she thinks about is how she will...

Everyday she put on a play
always a solo perfumer...

How could you do this????
You never noticed me...

You promised that you would never leave me
you said you loved me but we justed couldn't be...