I am of the dead,
so cry not as i die...

Cutting, burning, erasing is all the same,
Creating doors to release all your pain...

When i see you with her,
my heart drops to the floor...

You hit me
beat me...

You'll never see the tears i cry,
you'll never be there to cure the pain inside...

It was the night before the funeral and all...
everyone was torn, drowned in sorrowfully pity...

Today is a day
just like any other day...

I was sitting at the computer
the day you told me...

Alone i sit thinking of you
and of all the things we went through...

It is all over for me.
The pain has finally ceased...

Have you ever felt so much,
that you wish you couldn't feel...

A razor blade in her hand
it glides firmly against her skin...