I pick you up once,
I pick you up twice...

It's hard to believe that i ever dated you.
i look back and see how naive i was...

I am lonely and confused.
I wonder what it would be like to be loved...

The Rush.
it makes me feel alive...

Your touch is the only thing i want to feel.
when you tell me you love me...

This razor is my tool.
the only thing i can control...

Why do you do this to me?
why do you tell me that you love me...

The cuts on
her wrists tell the stories...

we had it all planned out,
our life that is...