You buy her classes,
So she can get into concerts...

It wasn't meant to last,
Broken glass...

I think of you and
The tears pour out...

Feel like I'm living
Behind glass...

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

I used the dull side,
Until the actual blade...

Instead of cutting
I sit here now...

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

Wants control
Of life...

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