As the razor slides across my wrist
all my feelings start to pour out...
I wake up to this painful and judging world again...
I dont want to get up, i just want to stay in bed...
Tears and blood fall to the floor
the sorrow i am feeling, i want it no more...
Last night I cried
Tears that burned...
I bit my lip
and close my eyes...
I'm lying on this muddy ground,
As the rain slides off me...
If I vanished tomorrow and never returned,
Would I be remembered...
I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough...
to be your porcelain doll...
You hide from the world
To afraid to look at yourself...
So forgotten are those days
where strings of light sang...
All the people on TV
look much more beautiful than me...
I don't know what I want
I don't know what I need...