Blood spills from her wrists
Like a can of red paint...

You were the one I went to
Whenever I was sad...

Usually a story starts with "once upon a...
But they forgot that this story is mine...

The knifes became dull,
The pills lost their effect...

We started out by being friends
we spoke to each other everyday...

My wounded cries reach the ears of the damned,
My struggles are all in vain...

She lays there in the middle of the dusty church...
Her hair is tossed all over her delicate face, it...

He threw her away
Truly broke her heart...

She was rejected
By the only one she loved...

Their biting words
Tearing at my heart...

I don't know why I let you
But you keep on using me...

Hello my friend....we meet again.
Your color silver and shiny...