One, Two
The pills go down...

It's the white devil that owns her life
It drives her back towards her knife...

She cut herself bad
Her wrists are still bloody...

Never meant to cut so deep
But the blood won't stop coming...

Dead Men
Bring me my arrows of desire...

Dear diary
Lock away my secrets...

Once the bricks where falling down
and the walls were cracking by the days...

You have yet to leave
And I already miss you more than ever...

Once upon a time
In a mind so distant and lost...

So this is how the story goes
That led to the field of dead...

I put a bandaid on my wrist,
It hides the scars...

Just pretend that I'm alive
No one will notice that I'm dead inside...