I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.
Emilie AutumnThen I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.
Emilie AutumnAnd if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.
Emilie Autumn