These cuts on my wrist, they ripe, i swear

But they sometimes make me better

Im dying to see you, you see

Im tired of writing letters to you

I can't express myself, i always choke on my own words

Can't explain whats going on but all i know is that it hurts

And i can't do this no more without you

Baby, youre my rose

Without you

Regret and all i cared and loved you