*cuts*
I cut my wrists...

All I can do is think about you
Even though we are totally through...

I ruin everything thats ever good in my life,
maybe i should just take a knife...

As i sit down
i start to weep...

I don't understand why we cry,
over stupid guys...

I don't no why i love you,
wen all you do is yell...

I liked you at first,
i still like you but you have been a jerk...

Wind is silent
but can be loud...

Pink is the color of blooming roses,
sometimes i feel like my thoughts...

What was the point,
of being here...

Love is something you can trust,
love is always twist and thrust...

I wish i could start something with you
something that is very new...