Water beating off her skin,
She turns up the temperature...
Hi its Jess here
I can't get to the phone...
Who's to blame when she makes another fresh cut?
Should we blame her because she's the one who did...
Feelings of depression,
feelings of death...
I sit here and wonder
If he loves me or not...
On the day
you passed away...
Here I set on my swing
oh the memories it seems to bring...
God tell me why
did she half to die...
Trapped. In an unfathomable dark water
Drenched in pain from the gathering heartache...
I'm on the road that leads to Hell
I'm driving behind these teared up eyes...
Silver tears run down my face
All i am is your disgrace...
One slash and it's over the blade against her...
with her knife as her weopen and herself as her...