You give me butterflies
You give me love...

Touch me softly
Love me lots...

To be untrue to you
it would be like a crime...

Do you not know im depressed
Is it that hard to tell...

I feel used and abused all he wanted me for was...
He didn't love me although he said he did he...

Trust is a must
I must earn back my trust in a reasonable way...

I think I need se* to make me happy
Let the boys abuse my heart...

Write down my feelings
thats what I'm told...

I hate you
you make me sick...

She sits and slits her wrist
with a razor...

It consumes my mind
all the time...

I cut because ogf you
and i bleed because of you...