Heart heavy with sin, Tortured soul within, A knife to the wrist, Is like pure bliss.

Loving watching myself bleed, Demons have planted a seed, I sit, and I watch and I pray, Tomorrow will be a better day.

Tomorrow falls like yesterday, I seem to fade away. More blood, more tears, I can't let go, of all my fears.

I try to reach out for a hand to hold, Instead I am left here, heart so cold. People pass, not knowing what's inside, I put on a smile, and I lie, lie, I LIE.

Everything is falling apart, So the only thing I can do. Is pick up that knife. And cut until I die.