Just cut yourself up like cheap cupons, and tell them death was on sale.

When there is nothing but pain, nothing matters anymore. Only one thing can awake those who sleep through torture, love.

I found a box of sharp objects, what a beautiful thing.

-The Used

What may be considered haunted dreams for you,
Is simply everyday life for me.

You cant stop me from my cutting
Cuz it is far too late,
You cant catch me when im falling
For its my only fate.

In a room of crowded people,
I am the unheard voice.

'I stand alone
Im on my own
My hands will bleed

Im holding on
To what is gone
Whats left of me?'

-Story of the Year