I sit and grip my knife
Would you be prepared if i took my life...

I loved him && he loved me
She walked by -> then who\'d he see...

I'm left with the pieces
The pieces he no longer needed...

She looks in the mirror and examines herself
She finds her lucky razor, hidden on the shelf...

My days are getting more and more tough
theres times i just want to say "enough&quot...

|the truth is|
i hate seeing you...

My escape is this shattered piece of glass
I get so scared-so I do it fast...