She had talked about it.
Thought about it...

I know you so well,
Inside out...

In your eyes
I see the ways...

You hold the gun
As you hold the knife...

Doomed to die,
These shallow lies are killing me...

Instead of cutting
I sit here now...

Sitting on that cold tub tile,
Knowing I'm going into denial...

Wants control
Of life...

I always thought we'd be friends,
Till our ends...

Wake up in the morning,
Decide who to be...

Feel like I'm living
Behind glass...

And as your eyes go so fast
As to read my own typing...