My dark black hair covers my face
i hate my life and i hate this place...

I wonder if you really know
just how much you mean to me...

My sanctuary a place where i dream to be,
thats safe & warm & full of glee...

As the blade slides down my arm
the crimson begins to fall...

How could you look into my eyes
and still reject my burning cries...

There's something that I'll never know, it's that...
I'm scared that if i tell u my fear of rejection...

Every time i try to stand tall
I don't know why but i begin to fall...

I know we are apart
but even still you remain in my heart...

Crimson teardrops fall rom a torn open scar, skin...
Imagined shadows, parts of the past, Demons inside...

I've liked you for a while now
we dated but you left me for that cow...

Round and round the Christmas tree
presents were all aligned for little me...

All our laughs and stupid jokes
we dissed the ppl who always asks for smokes...