One slice, two slice, three slice, four
Five slice, six slice, seven slice, more
You can follow the trail as I walk out of your door
To the world of hate, where we all want more
Where the ones you love become the ones you hate
And the ones you hate just want to discriminate
Each drop of blood, every single tear
These groans in my throat, all born from fear
If you can't take me as I want to be
Then, one slice, two slice, two slice, three

Dancing the dance of the dead
The  [un]dead scream for my hand to pull them out, to pull me in
I never know the difference
Your name is on my lips: pale and hushed
I hunger for your kiss: long and rushed
The whisper of the loud world plays in me ears; through my ears, behind my eyes
Behind my dull, brown eyes
My dull eyes you seem to love that are bright to my ashen skin
I look to the mirror
The cracked mirror that mirrors my cracked heart
This girl I see, this beast, is no longer human
I am the [un]dead, dead again
In a broken body held together by your arms
So strong.
Yet, no one can mend the cracks

I feel my heart slowly crumbling
Does it still beat or does that fail too?
Has the warmth it once held finally turned as cold as my being?
Has it finally given up on my like everything elsein life?
Down, I feel my mind tumbling
Words fall upon my ears as it breaks
"You never meant anything to me"
"You have always just been a pawn in my game"
The world is falling in on me
I wonder
Should I stay?
Or should i go?
The answer, nobody seems to know
I feel the bruises you  left on my soul
Did you know you caused the scars across my wrist?
The bruises spread out over my swollen fist?
Of course you do, and you are so proud.
Now the pills I will swollow down
Before I go, I'll sit here and write
Desperately, my tears I will hide
Clawing at the surface, while inside I die
And slowly fall asleep as my eyes try not to cry

The pen is crusted
Dry and rusted
The ink is red
It grows brighter as I use it again and again
Each layer a story with a saddened end
No one understands why the pen is my friend

The paper is brown
Torn and frowned
Covered in rough-edged lines
The pen on paper is the only way to pass the time
With each line, a tear stream down my face
No one understands why I craze the way it makes my heart race

The paper is too stained and the pen too dry
My friends see my face and wonder why I have cried
Then I pull out the paper from behind my sleeve
And their gasp echo through the trees
They pity in their eyes let's me know I'll write again
Now, do you understand? My skin and the blade are the paper and the pen

Sitting on the window pane
You look out at the autumn skies
Remembering the events of a month pass
It all plays across your eyes

The loss of the friend you thought you knew
Your family falling to ruins
The pain of falling victim to abuse
You wish none of it was true

Then, the sky is dark
Lightning flashes
Thunder rumbles
And all your electricity crashes

A tornado swirls close to your home
Dust flies through the trees
The ones you know run for their lives
But you open your arms, ready to be free

You open your eyes
The tears begin
You let out a saddened sigh
No, not this time, for it was the storm in your eyes again

The sun is bright
But the sky is dark
The birds are chirping
Yet I don't hear a single lark
You stand beside me
Yet you're so far away
Your lips form words
Yet I can't hear what you say
I reach out my hand
Your touch I crave
Yet I only hit glass
No matter what I do, it won't break
Now the tears stream
A river falls from our eyes
My reality has been broken
Now I know you never, truly, silenced my cries
After all these years
Of living a lie
My life is shattered
And I finally realize
In my dreams, I was with you
But, in reality, I have died