Depression runs through my veins
Memory seeps through...

I lay here
with you next to me...

I see you
Staring across...

My friend today
My friend tomorrow...

Wrist cutter
Why so blue...

The sound of your voice
In my ear...

Your touch heals me
From this pain inside...

Her name is Auroura
She was only five...

Bleeding is my tortured mind.
My teenage hearts been left behind...

Barely knowing you
I grieve you...

You used me
You teased me...

This is a tale
Of a broken heart...