My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

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.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.