I cut myself with a sharp knife
It wasn’t on purpose I swear
I feel the pain  
I Think I fainted
Never have I ever seen this much blood before
It was all over the bathroom floor
One sick thought I got
“collect my blood In a little jar”
And that I did
But then I got to think
I realized It was sick
I washed the blood of the jar
And called my mom saying
That I dropped the knife on my foot
Wasn’t on purpose nur so good
I waited for her to come home

my blood on our bathroom floor

I'm sorry,
I've done it again.
I'm sorry,
It still hurts deep within.
I'm sorry,
I only do it to know that I'm alive.
I'm sorry,
I know how you feel inside.
I'm sorry,
I have a scar to hide.
I'm sorry,
I failed you that night.

You used to call me your Moon
And that wasn't a lie
I was your Moon
And she was your Sun

Two shadows
walk at ten,
different stories
to tell;
while one
falls in love,
the other pretends.

When you say
"Believe me",
I doubt.
You already said it
a hundred times now.
Why would I still
trust you,
when "believe" itself
has "lie" in it?