Cut my wrist
cut it deep...

Dear Boy:
Well I'm writing this because I know you're out...

I told him I still loved him
he said he knows and he loves me too...

I look in the mirror
And all I see...

I miss his smile,
I miss his face...

I love you just the way you are.
I love your past that made you strong...

Him:Do you love me?
Me:Yes. Very much...

I look at her and all I see is you
I hope she never feels the pain you put me through...

I never thought
I could love someone this much...

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame...

Vivid colors race in my mind
Red and yellow flashing signs...

My story begins as a little girl,
with a drunken mother and matted hair...