• There down yonder
    Written in blood
    Are all the dead dreams
    There to portray
    All the dead dreams
    That just wont go away
    There is the girl with the body so clean
    Except for her wrists, but what does that mean?
    The pain that she goes through, ripping the seams
    Leaving her heart dangling by strings
    There in the bathroom on the tile floor
    Her and the blade...
    Locked and closed door
    Looking at the new marks which she made
    Counting them out
    There are now twenty-three
    Im wishing and hoping that somewhere about
    Those people wont critize me.