Take my pain,
Wash away the tears...
My stomach starts to rumble,
I hear those familiar sounds...
Confessions in a wooden box
waiting to be heard someday...
A feeling before Ive never felt
slowly i cry as i knelt...
I long for the touch of the razor against my skin
Slowly digging in...
A girl is stumbling
Walking down an empty street...
Where there is light
Darkness cries...
She sat there in the basement,
only with a knife...
Tears are just like memories
that I try to abid good bye...
I feel so lonely
no matter what I do...
The things you said scarred me for life,
as well as the cuts i made with the knife...
Do you have any idea what I mean?
no, of course you don't. Care...