I cried for you,
I never knew...

Stop Whispering broken promises to me,
Hearts eventually stop believing...

Promises were meant to be broken,
And I broke mine...

IF YOU DELETE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO...
BUT IF YOU FIND...

Longing to make the razor my friend again,
Longing to draw it across my skin...

Lame excuses is all I got,
For the bruises that show...