Diamonds are tears
rubies are drops of blood
emeralds are the color in my eye
silver is the color of my blade

silver is the color
that makes the diamonds fall down
the rubies to run
and the emeralds in my eyes to glow in pain

My knife is my only friend
My knife, it understands
My knife
My knife
Kill me now.

Dont look at me with those judging eyes
I already know who I am, and where Im going
Dont look at me with those judging eyes
or I might go home and cry

(sung to im a little teapot)

Im a little emo
dark and black
here is my music
here is my knife
when i get all depressed
hear me cry
cut my wrist
and bleed me out

Sometimes i wonder what it would have been like if i hadnt moved from that town.. would we still be friends? more than friends? or would we have just drifted apart? sometimes i wonder... && sometimes.. i miss you..