There was this girl
There was this guy...

The kiss of metal
The fun of harm...

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

Tell me something
Make it nice...

Tears falling down
Onto the floor...

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

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

Her heart is porcelain,
Easily broken...

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

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

Have you looked in the mirror?
You have, really...

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