I'm sitting in my room
With my razor blade...
I grab that blood stained blade.
The mistakes I made are on my mind...
With one little word I died today.
It ripped me open deep inside...
Trying to find
Somewhere...
Maybe for once i'll just sit back and watch
cause it will make for one hell of a show...
The end of the smiles
the start of the tears...
Tears and blood drop onto the floor,
While I'm thinking: I don't want this anymore...
She cuts herself one more time,
just like she did everyday before...
Hide from the mirrors,
they all lie anyway...
They tell me to stop cutting
they have never had to try...
The Gun Stitched Within My Hand
With Thread That You Have Sewed...
Before You Make That First Cut
Before you make that first cut, remember...