The days were long and cold,
always doing as i was told...

You gave me the moon,
the stars in the sky...

I opened the drawer,
pulled out the knife...

When she met her,
she knew it wouldn't last...

I hear a sound in the hall,
Another angry fight...

In the moon,
i see his face...

Another slice across my wrist,
im weak now...

I lay here in my bed,
my hands underneath my head...

She lays on her bed,
In this moment of dread...

God, I'm hurting so bad,
it's crazy how sad...

My dreams i thought,
were meant to die...

I want it to rain, to storm,
I want the drops to hit my face...