Do you ever hide inside,
Because you can’t even smile...

My crimson hand
Is my feeling band...

My tear stained cheeks
My wrists in crimson debt...

Why don’t we listen
To the painful cries...

They tell her they care
But why...

She can hear him
He breaks through the door...

Grab the knife
Pierce the skin...

The lines I cut
Go deeper beneath the skin...

They said that they did it
Only ‘cause they care...

I stood back in horror
Broke down to the floor...

Her wrists are covered
In hurtful memory...

The wings of a bird
A tear of my soul...