It's too much to bear
And it's too late to change
It'll never get better
Or so desperation claims
And everyone who believes these claims
Desperation claims
And draws in the reigns
And turns up the heat
But turns down the flame
Ice grows in their hearts
Drugs go in their veins
And even if they don't
Love won't keep them warm
So their disposition is always the same:
Forever sorry they were ever born
What a shame

Forever sorry
Endless apology
Nobody
Got nobody
Desperation whispers in your ear
You'd be happier if you had never been here
Honestly
And it won't hurt
Hardly
And when it's over you won't be
Sorry

Kristina never went to a party
She works hard for her money
Used to go to church on sunday
But not for some time
She likes a bunch of dumb bands like sublime
Rarely gets a chance to unwind
Kristina's hope is dropping sharply
She think's she's so ugly
And wants nothing more but to runaway
And kill today
You only get one live
She wants to die tonight
Because she can't continue to hide
From her emotions though she tries
So hard to stay alive
But the temptation to play with knives
Warps her mind
She thinks drawing blood is the only way
To feel the warmth inside
Got her ribs kicked in
Didn't even cry
No more tears from these black eyes
She remembers the salty sting of pride
And sometimes at the sunrise
It feels like it's been a good ride
But it's time to say goodbye
Why Kristina, why?
Why don't you fight back
You might find a nice guy
If you stop wearing so much lack
She knows what it feels like to be loved
But not to love back

Forever sorry
Endless apology
Nobody
Got nobody
No end in sight except a sloppy
Gory second of glory
And then there's no more apologizes
No more emotional chokehold policies
People are shit
They treat you like property
You're more than a commodity
You're more than just a body
Obviously
And desperation whispers in your ear
You'd be happier if you were never here
Honestly
And it won't hurt
Hardly
And when it's over you won't be
Sorry
And when it's over you be
Sorry

How bad can it get?
She asks herself and wipes the spit off her face
And picks up her things
The aches and pains are nothing new
And people may look on but they hate to fucking do
A god damn thing
For a bird flying home on broken wings
When she landed in her nest
She didn't look depressed
What she was feeling was too much to express
The anxiety persists
It's too much to accept
She didn't know what to expect
At the end of this death wish
She couldn't even guess
She put the blade to her wrist
Just to take an inch of flesh

She likes the smell of blood when it's fresh
She likes to paint her arms blood red
Blood dripping on the bed
Blood gushing, rushing to her head
It's the most she ever bled
It's the best
She could pull the knife away whenever
But keeps cutting instead
No regrets

Inches away from death she wept
Swept up in the moment
Hopeless and broken
Her least breath crept up
And was stolen
The blood keeps flowing
She can barely keep her eyes open
She questions where she's going
Despite introspection she still insists
It's a suffering worth knowing
At least now they'll know she suffered
The blood keeps flowing
Her heart fluttered

She considers what a disgusting corpse
She's left to discover
Maybe she should have left a note for her mother
She shudders
Smothered with blood's cold comfort
Who ever said it won't hurt?
It's worse than love
She looks down at her shirt and thinks
"There's too much blood"
Yeah, there's too much blood
There's too much blood, baby
Yeah, there's too much
There's too much blood

There's a flood in the valley
Carved into her arm
She receives no grand finale
No shocking revelations
No ride through the stars
No new sensations
No near-death experience type charms
No delicate explanations
Or glorious illustration
Of the inner workings of her heart
And definitely not a map that says "here you are"
We all play a part
Hers fell apart
Now it's all gone dark
Where she'll lay forevermore
Unless someone knocks on the door
And recharges the spark
But I'm not sure that'll work
But what do I know?
I'm a jerk
How will this tale end?
I'm not sure
But for what's it worth
I hope an unquenchable lust for life is unearthed
Within her but she'd have to survive first
And the pressure and anxiety
Her survival would bring forth
From concerned family and friends
Would probably just make her want to die more
There's so many things she didn't have time for
And maybe I'm just a little sore
I didn't make her my whore
Kristina if your still alive tonight's yours
But if your dead
what the fuck am I still crying for?