And blindly we held your hand and threw you down, we cursed your name, turned our backs and begged you to embrace us.

He is gone, I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe him.

I don't want you to save me, sad is my song.

Ironic, you alone were holding yourself back from the thing you wanted most.

Poor little girl, you bleed so pretty.

And this is to every girl who always wanted the boy who never cared.

Rememeber who you are, but remember why you fall.

I love it when you're here, but I'm better when you're gone.

I'll always remember you...I remember everyone that leaves.

She bleeds out her pain, because she could never hurt him.