As a tear drop rolls down her face
She knows no one can ever take his place...

As the blood pours off her hand
A stinging pain she no longer can stand...

You make us feel fat
You make us feel small...

The bush begins to grow
The bush begins to blossom...

You wonder why I cut my wrists
What makes me make all the slits...

He touches her face
Tomorrow he won't have left a trace...

This valentine’s day I will say goodbye
Please oh please don’t start to cry...

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the biggest poser of them all...

A group of three
For all to see...

No one knows how many tears you have cried
soon after a loved one and has died...

I want to be perfect
I want to be thin...

Weston life of death
So unfulfilling...