That was her first time
That was her last time

Cut at your face
Blood in the sink
You'll hate your-self
Till the day you die

Till the day you die

Blood on your hands
Blood on your legs
Why does this happen time and time again?
Time and time again

Blood

I should have sown my heart in my chest
Eyes should have never met
Eyes should have never met
Never met

Fine, [bad word] you then

Slit wrist savior
She cuts to see blood