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

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

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

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

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

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

A group of three
For all to see...

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...

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

Weston life of death
So unfulfilling...

Grabbing the blade
don't be afraid...