I do what the voices tell me, and they don't like you.

Don't try to fix me. I'm not broken.

I'm slowly running out of reasons to hold on.

A pistol in my hand -
and a hole in my heart.

I am the angel from Hell.

You ask me what's wrong, I say nothing.
But then I turn and walk away, with tears in my eyes, and I say everything.

My eyes cry, and my heart hurts.

It's funny how someone could break your heart, and you still love them with all the little pieces.

People move,
Tears fade,
but scars, are forever.

I need you like a heart needs a beat.