Slit wrists and tears, Hide my pain and fears, The darkness holds me, And you will soon see. I am erased from your everyday life, But I remain in your mind, Holding the knife, The knife that will stop me, From loving you tonight, The knife that will break the silence, And open you up to life. It was handed to you, On a silver platter, The life of my dreams, Now you will pay, I'm standing behind you, Holding the knife. The knife will be driven, Right through everything that was given, I hate who you for what you did to me, You killed my mind, You killed my soul, And now it's your turn, To be under the knife...