One last cut
I draw a sharp breath...

Crimson scars upon my wrists
Leave me so emotionless...

Do you enjoy killing me?
Making me wait...

You can't see my crying
I hide the pain behind a wall...

She cries to the wind
The moon...

Because I've cried
One too many times...

She's a stereotype
Conformed, fit into a mold...

Maybe this could do some good
It's not like I've know you...

Lightning crashes
You tumble through the door...

A spoonful of sugar
Is what you've given me...

Her love killed him
So she killed herself...

Hunger pains bother the child
"No food left" he is told...