• I lay there in pain,
    dying on the floor.
    I can't feel anything,
    but pain to my core.

    I have had many idols,
    to God I'm a whore.
    I can only express my guilt,
    through spilling my own gore.

    With the slice of a bloody knife,
    I let out a painful roar.
    I'm confused, my life before me,
    I don't know what side I'm for.

    My heart is broken,
    on paper, my emotions I pour.
    I search for life, but the truth is,
    I am alive no more.

    I wonder through life,
    it's now a bore.
    I have no reason to live,
    there is no one I adore.

    I keep it a secret,
    behind a closed door.
    There is a secret fight,
    a secret war.

    With scars on my wrists,
    I stand so sore.
    I fall to my knees and cry,
    "Abba! Make me clean once more!"