"Death"- I feel you tugging at my heart, I feel you stabbing my vitals, I feel you trying to be my "friend", I feel you wanting to control. Death... I se you when I glare over my shoulder, I see you everyday, I see you seductive ways, I see your deadly figure. Death... You can try everything, You can try with all your might,You can try as hard as you can, You can try, but remember, I put up a fight. Death... Death, how could you be so ignorant? Death, how can you try so hard and fail? Death, maybe you should try harder...

"Would You?"- Would you kiss the same wrists as a blade has? Would you love me just the same? Would you lie or tell the truth? Would you honestly stay forever? Would you stand by me? Would you be with me regardly the flaws & scars?

"Shh."- Shh, hush litle boy, it'll be alright. Put down that razor, We will win this fight. Shh, hush little boy, I know it hurts. Wipe away the tears, Stop staining your shirts. Shh, hush little boy, it'll be alright, Put down that razor, We will win this fight. Shh, hush little boy, We know its killing you. Just fake a smile, Pretend you are happpy too. Shh, hush little boy, it'll be alright. Put down that razor, We will win this fight. Shh, hush little boy, Look past the pain. Ignore the bullshit, NO! Not the vein! Shh, hush little boy, it'll be alright. Put down that razor, We will win this fight. Shh, hush little boy, These lines aren't worth it. Please just put it down, Just get rid of it. Shh, hush little boy, it'll be alright. Put down that razor, We will win this fight. Shh, hush little boy, it'll be alright. Put down that razor, We will win this fight. Shh, hush little boy, Forget about everything. I love you, More than anything. Shh, hush little boy, it'll be alright. Put down thatt razor, We will win this fight.

"Crimson Rain"- Drip Drop, Drip Drop, Drip Drop, You descend to the grund in a pattern... Drip Drop. You aren't normal rain... Drip Drop. You splatter yourself all over the floor... Drip Drop. You keep me alive... Drip Drop. Crimson Rain... Drip Drop. Agonizing Pain... Drip Drop. You know when to stop... Drip Drop. Our skin is your canvas... Drip Drop. The razor is your brush... Drip Drop. You are the paint... Drip Drop. Crimson Rain... Drip Drop, Drip Drop, Drip Drop.

"Poor Little Girl"- Poor Little Girl, Seperated from society, a victim of cruelty. Poor Little Girl, deprived of hapiness, shunned by her peers. Poor Little Girl, her clothes soaked by tears, dealing with depression for years. Poor Little Girl, blinded by social confusion, brainwashed by false accounts. Poor Little Girl, So beautiful yet broken, Sweet but betrayed. Poor Little Girl, disregard the hate, You are Amazing!

"From My Wretched View" - Mother, I would like to believe that you love me, i would like to think that you want me... but, you treat me like crap, you never say "I love you" or even "love ya"... I say, "I love you" and all you say is, "No you don't!" Well, NEWS FLASH! I do love you... You are just making it extremely difficult to love you... I'm always the worst child, I'm always the reason you are mad. I'm always a liar, I'm the mistake... Well guess what... once I have enough money...a job... and I'm old enough; I WILL get out of your life...