How clean her wrists looked . . . uncut
veins shining through
being scrutinized critized and trapped
under the microscope
all the time
how clean her thoughts were
with the truth only to lie to her
no time for like today
taking
lying because she cares
yeah
loving because life's there
shining like cold blue steel
cold water won't stop the cruel
pain in flesh, fog dense thick hatred
a victim of yourself
reaching to yesterday for help
no heaven to save a soul
the ground is so cold
go not to hell
and you'd rather not love me
than love yourself