• Sitting here i think of you,
    as a tear rolls down my face.
    Contemplating what to do,
    as the blood drips off the blades.
    Its not the wrist that feels the pain,
    but the heart you ripped away.
    Part of me is pissed at you,
    the other parts in love.
    I was a catipillar you were my caccoon.
    i was the flying you were the dove.
    Now your gone i am so lost,
    The ones you love hurt you the most.