The knife slides slowly across her wrist
The blood drips down to her fingertips...

Some people always say
Your actions give you away...

Black, Red
Living, Dead...

You think hes the one theres no debate
But theres no telling if its love or hate...

I wish love would come and find me
I wish love would make me see...

I hate how I feel scared to let you in
I hate how at the same time I love you, but love...

Lying here in a bath of blood
Over my head it starts to flood...

Today my life is here I know
Tomorrow Ill wonder where'd it go...

Through the outside you see me adorn
But inside I'm just ragged and worn...

Hush, don't cry with me
Hush, please don't die with me...

To be dead is a joyous sin
To be living is to lose, not win...

Life is a story with no definite page
Life is a cycle with more then one stage...