My fingers are bleeding.
I'm not sure what to do.
I'm sitting here in the dark,
thinking about you. 

I let loose my hair
and try to calm down. 
I've moved from sitting, 
I'm laying on the ground. 

I can't see a thing, 
but I can tell you that it's cold. 
Freezing glides across exposed flesh
as I think I'm not going to get old. 

I'm sitting here contemplating, 
thinking of the words you threw my way. 
It drives me to insanity, 
knives whisper to me and my mind begins to sway. 

Colder metal rests
on sensitive skin. 
Enough pressure and pain
release liquid sin. 

My body trembles, 
there are no more tears to shed. 
My heart was broken open, 
into damnation I am led.