Why tell me all this now
You know it is to late to tell me how you feel...

Would you believe me if i told you that i loved...
do you believe me when i whisper that your my only...

Your words are like a knife cutting deeper with...
my soul is becoming darker, my world is getting...

I look at myself in a broken mirror
I see the tears falling from my eyes...

I'm stuck in my dark room again
i have just lost my head...

Get rid of your pain with a knife or a rope
watch your life go as it comes to a halt...

The knifes I hold close to my wrist
blades running across bare skin...

If you don't want suicide
you don't know knifes...

Look at this girl
lost in a sad world...

There is just something wrong now a days
i wish it would all just go away...

I sit in my room with a knife and cry
you took your life...

Don't cry my little angel
it will be alright...