Sharp little objects are my friends,
when I'm in pain they make it end...

Now I lay me down to die,
as I sing this lullaby...

I can't believe,
they made you leave...

Why do people say what they say?
I don't know why they hurt people with words...

My soul is bleeding for you,
crying and screaming for you...

Help me mend my bleeding heart,
that withered, died, and fell apart...

I prick myself on a single red rose.
I start to bleed...

You don't have to apologize for me,
Cause you're the best friend you could be...

I'm alone in a shadowed corner.
I feel safe and wanted...

My hands are covered with tears of blood.
I look up but the blood just runs down my face...

Blood everywhere; pools of it.
I walk through barefoot...

Broken mirrors on the ground.
I pick up a piece and it cuts my hand...