A blond haired, blue eyed cheerleader
As perfect as can be...

She'll always be too young
From my point of view...

I saw a girl
the other day...

Another blood stained towel
another cut to hide away...

I drank to be witty- and I became a boor
I drank to be a good dancer- and it made me...

I take out my razor
test it's sharpness with a prick on my finger...

I watch the world through tear-filled eyes
and wonder up at stormy skies...

Roses are red
so is the blood...

I look down at the picture
that i hold in my hand...

Take my sadness
Take my shame...

Holding it in and bleeding it out
thats what my life's all about...

I burned myself today
to make sure i could feel...