She steals a quick glance,
at the reflection in the mirror...

Out came the blade from the drawer,
Pierce me; blood flowing from my wrist...

Take a chance, make a cut,
It won't hurt so much...

You haunt me from the inside,
And watch as I pick this blade...

The rose petal falls
Silently and slowly...

I Cut I Bleed
I Fly I Dream...

I often sat and wondered,
and would just look outside...

Silence escapes my lips,
and I bring out the knife...

She sees a reflection, staring back,
Cold, gray eyes...

Can you see passed her eyes,
and the pain that lies behind...