There was this girl
There was this guy...

My friend is a cutter.
She takes pills...

Tell me something
Make it nice...

The kiss of metal
The fun of harm...

I write this note to let you know
Of all the things I do not show...

In the bathroom cabinet I see
Bottles of pills calling out to me...

Tears falling down
Onto the floor...

Who am I?
Am I that quiet little girl...

It's easier to pretend you don't love him,
Than it is to say you do...

These tears fall every night.
Cold and blue...

I see you with her,
I know of your lies...

Her heart is porcelain,
Easily broken...