I wish that I could never know
How long you’ll stay before you go
How long my paper cuts will sting
How long will you make me sing
I’m tired of breathing empty air
I’ll choke myself ‘cause that seems fair
Everything that hurts me I deserve it

Blood is pouring on the floor
I love it and I want some more
But I don’t think I have enough Band-Aids
I wanna see all of my bones
But I cannot stand what I don’t know
About to bleed out badly give me Band-Aids