Alone in a room all dressed in black

So much pain around and none can be taken back

He was just walking just passing through

Oh what else was there for a girl to do

I got up to talk to you

Because you looked as if you knew

I told you how much my love grew

And how much I longed for you

Yet you walked off as if I wasn't there

And looked at me with that cold-hearted stare

I now feel the blade on my wrists

I know I said I would stop, but I just cannot resist

I feel the warm blood on my arm

Now I know the blade will do me no harm

The blood is red; feels so warm

Kinda like you holding me in your arms

It tastes and feels so bittersweet

Just like your love was for me

It trickles on to my white shirt

And that is when it starts to hurt

And this when I start to know that you were my first

And this is love at its worst