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.

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.

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.

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

Look in my eyes,
and tell me what you see.

A broken soul,
that has ceased to be.

So many tests, so little time.
I send to you this burning sign.

Let this match find its way,
so it may light up my day.

Set these papers all aflame,
and I just hope I don't get blamed.

Bleeding forever in a world that doesn't want me.

She may say she's okay, but her scars are screaming she's not.

One thing that I never knew, no matter how I try to mend my broken heart, the pain still bleeds through.

I try to hide, I try to run, try to live, but my life's done.