Oh you see the cuts upon my wrist
Cant you see they are caused by you...

I'm slipping off the edge again
I'm holding by a thread again...

The crisp leaves crunch under my shoes
Resembling my heart...

And she cried as the memories flow from her eyes
She doesn't cry normal tears...

Shall I compare him to the worst nightmare
Stabbing knives into my broken soul...

The bump in the night
The creepy sounds you hear...

I've been holding back the tears
For what it seems a million years...

My mind is locked in a trance
A tranquil state of mind...

I am the book keeper
The one who writes the stories...

Thirteen floors up, that's where she fell
Gasping for air, clinging to hope...

I ripped out my heart for you
I pinned it on my jacket...

Little girl stands in the rain
That's where she can hide her pain...