I see his body,
oh so weak...

Listening to all your stupid lies,
Hearing your pathetic goodbyes...

Grammy it is your birthday,
another year your for making memories...

Cut me but not so i die,
pick on me till i cry...

He was just a young boy,
looking for an adventure...

I hate how you confuse me,
and how you say i love you...

When i took that razor blade,
i thought about me and you...

We share a special bond,
our hearts connect as one...

A lullaby,
fills my ears...

I'm holding on,
not letting go...

I try to make him happy,
make his frown fade into a smile...

I love him so much,
i want to be with him...