No matter what I do,
I always seem to upset you...

In my life I just want to run away,
I feel this growing day by day...

As me and her break up,
I see her tears rolling down her make-up...

It's such a wonderful thing,
I will welcome it like a old friend...

I sit here now with written across my arm,
I'm trying to leave the blades alone...

I thought you where the one,
Now you're just saying we're done...

I gaze up and down my arm,
As these marks begin to mend...

You say you loved me.
Every day...

As I watch them become dead,
the only colour on them is red...

All you can hear is silence ,
As everything has stopped; even the violence...

I sit here with a knife in my hand,
My skin colour is now so bland...

Get out of my head,
You have already been fed...