You can forever say you love me
and i can always hear...

You told me once that there would be no more
no more cutting than running out the door...

She fears it all
both life and death...

I dont want to be here, its too much stress.
while i sit in the shower and let the water run...

I've been cold since i was six
lost in a divorce full of hate...

Dont tell me that you love her
if there was no time to make it...

This cuts me and lets me bleed
it helps me cope instead of grieve...

A fallen angel with painful cries
was once in love...