The gun in her hand
as she sits there alone...
How much longer
can i live this life...
The angel of death cut me
cut my heart...
I gave you my heart
i gave you the key...
She smiles fake smiles
so no ones knows the truth...
You lied from the start
but i didn't walk away...
The touch of the razor
the touch of the knife...
When you can't tell the truth from a lie.
When you can't look deep enough in his eyes...
You may say i need help
but i assure you that I'm sane...
My friends didn't understand
when i started to wear all black...
People ask me why
i cut my wrists the way i do...
Razorblade kisses
up and down my arm...