I cut a love heart on my wrist.
Just to show you how I feel.

Alls i ever wanted,
was for you to hug me.
But you never did,
so I might as well die...

One more slit,
across her wrist,
see her silently frown.

One more cry,
behind that sigh,
watch her world fall down.

I see my cuts, as a thing of beauty.
I see the blood, as a work of art.
I see the scars, as a masterpiece in the making,
I see my razor, as an object of perfection.

& Every smile she smiled today,
was fake..

I've got a little problem.
You see I've gone and done something,
really, really, stupid..
I've fallen for you, when you haven't fallen for me.

The light on your face flickererd,
the door slammed close,
the computer exploded and the colour dimmed,
it's your ghost, I suppose.

You want to know why I was so tired?
It was cuz I couldn't sleep.
I have that constant insomnia,
and those feelings buried deep.
I turned up the earphones,
and prayed I wouldn't cry.
The memories kept coming,
and I wished I would die.

Don't make that mistake girl,
sip some more champane,
swallow back all you pride,
and cut yourself again.

They spread the rumour that he broke my heart,
oh, what a laugh,
cuz first I'd have to have given it away.