Black nail polish,
getting picked on...
She laughs in the day
she crys at night...
I owe you nothing, not even goodbye.
But i kind of want to explain...
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...