Do you wanna know a secret?
It's the last day I'm gonna be here...
Take one second
Next time you want to leave...
My Hands Start To Sweet
As The Razor Blade Slips...
Im Gonna Write A Story
A Story With A Twist...
I only knew you a couple of days
Before death came and took you away...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
Sitting In her Room
Wrists of bloody red...
A broken heart,
A bloody wrist...
Auburn hair strewn over lined, wrinkled paper
Mascara pollutes her tears, falling downward...
I'm looking for you Granddaddy
As I go back to that place...
My best friend is my razor
this tiny object is no longer a stranger...
I want to die sometime soon
leave me go,alone to my room...