tears streaming down my smiling face, taking a knife to my wrists a voice I believed, the lies laugh, addicted to being the victim
crying watching the red liquid trail down the veins Unable to even take my own life, addicted to being the victim
dyeing the white room red, My cut, go deeper and deeper and deeper
bound by the crowds of people, I feel lonely, unable to do anything Tommorow may never come again, night of my 16th Year Night is scary, night is cold, give myself over to the movements of the night. Tomorrow may never come again, Spring of my 16th Year
the victim has no tongue.
there's no light, shut in on that morning of my 12th year. a kitten on the rare side, for me, a vegetarian type.
Father, Mother I dyed them red, My cut, grow deeper and deeper and deeper.
bound by the crowds of people, I feel lonely, unable to do anything Tommorow may never come again, night of my 16th Year Night is scary, night is cold, give myself over to the movements of the night. Tomorrow may never come again, Spring of my 16th Year I make myself quiet, I close my eyes, and envision the faces of my Mother and Father no matter how much I smile, or cry I can't go back. I say goodbye to the cold night my tears dry out, I cut my wrist Tommorow may never come again, the Spring of my 16th year.