Testo: Hawthorne Heights. To Write Love On Her Arms.

She's upset, bad day, heads for the dresser drawer to drive her pain away, nothing good can come of this
She opens it, there's nothing there, it's only leftover tears, mom and dad have no right, she screams
Anger runs down both her cheeks and then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife, with closed eyes she cries
All alone, the way she feels, left alone to deal with all the pain drenched sorrow relief
bite the lip, just forget the bleeding
and then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife, with closed eyes she cries

Curled up, she's on the floor, relief left her, she had hoped for something more from it......something more from it
and he leans down to comfort her, she is weeping as he wraps his arms around her, the deeper you cut, the deeper I hurt, the deeper you cut, it only gets worse, the deeper you cut, the deeper I hurt, the deeper you cut it only gets worse....gets worse
but she's slowly opening, but she's slowly opening....new eyes, and then she opened her eyes and found relief in his life and put down her knifes, and then she opened her life and found relief through his eyes the put down.....she put down her knife