Almost seven years you're gone now.
Why do I mess you so much?
Why aren't you here now? Now that I miss you, now that I need you!
When I wear your perfume, I feel like I'm a little bit of you.
But I can't be you, you were so strong, and I'm so weak!
Everything I do or try is wrong.
I want to punish myself, 'cause no one else does...
So I get my knife and cut myself, and I know that's wrong too...
And because it's wrong, I cut myself a little bit deeper, so it hurts more.
The pain I feel, don't feels like pain.
It's a kind of pressure, that dissapears, everythime I cut myself...