I'm alone when I cut, br When the scarlet tears fall. br Alone in a rut, br And feeling so small. br br They say it's not right, br They say it's insane. br But why should I fight? br When I'm always in pain. br br There's scars on my wrist's, br And razor in hand. br I form a fist, br And it goes just as planned. br br The skin splits apart, br And the blood starts to spill. br No more pain in my heart, br It gives such a thrill. br br As I dropp to the floor, br Mozart's tune plays. br My life is no more, br And that's the way forever it stays.