Rain, rain, go away,
Because of bạn the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,
My tim, trái tim beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don’t need bạn anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate bạn like I hate my life;
But tình yêu is what cuts like a knife.

tình yêu is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied bởi a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…

...Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

The cold icy blade,
running across my skin,
Sending chills down my spine.
Crimson blood running down my wrist,
Dripping down drop bởi drop to the sink below me.
I feel calm, and in control.
The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing it's job one time, two times, three and more.
My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my tim, trái tim pounds faster.
I wake up the tiếp theo ngày groggy, confused.
People pounding on the bathroom door.
My brain pounding in my head.
I put on my best face,
Because they can't know,
They won't know.
I'll find an excuse, for everything.
And their world will be fine.
No matter if mine is a living hell.
they'll never know. Until it's to late.