Boy:"Go to Hell!"
Girl:"Didn't you get the memo? I run Hell"

I give up,
I can't fight it anymore.

Put me in a straight jacket,
behind a locked door.

Here in this little padded room,
is where I will die very soon.

You can't save me,
no one can.

This blood stained razor,
in my hand.

On my wrists,
a bleeding line.

Thoughts of death,
flood my mind.

Emotions are on the rise,
you can tell by looking in my eyes.

Crystal tears flow from them,
and I just want it to end.

So instead of the crystal flood,
on my wrists is crimson blood.

Lips to lips,
in a bloody kiss.

Your gaze and touch,
I dearly miss.

So I wait,
for the day.

When you come back,
and forever stay.

Death is my love
I bleed for death
Every scar
on my arm
Is a moment
that I spent with death.
I like to die a little.
Can you blame me?

Lock me up,
and never set me free.

Cause here with you,
is where I want to be.

But you didn't love me,
you went away.

So in this dark room,
I'll forever stay.

You can't save me,
no one can.

I want to die,
and that's my plan.

So go away,
and let me bleed.

Cause this razor blade,
is all I need.

The darkness is the best place to hide your pain.

If you hurt my feelings,
do I not cry?

If you cut me,
do I not bleed?

If you blame me for everything,
do I not die inside?