As I lay across my blood-stained-bed,
with cuts on my wrists, ankles, and my neck...

I'm laying on the floor
a puddle of blood around my head...

Jump . . .
Standing on the roof...

I don't care what anyone says,
I love you, and will love you forever...

Tears fall to the floor,
and shatter...

From my cuts,
flow blood...

As I sit in my dark little corner,
crying my eyes out...

She screams and she cries
she shakes and she bleeds...

My twisted lullaby,
music notes from my music box, playing in my mind...

When we are walking
we hold hands...

Sad eyes,
and a tear-stained face...

It started with a virgin red rose,
in the beginning of spring...