Cut these paper wrists of mine.
Don't ever let my greatness shine.
Bind me to this game of yours.
With no windows,
With no doors.
Knock me down if I should rise.
For it is I, you despise.
You wish it had been me.
I'm sorry I can't be,
Your perfect little angel.

I'll never make you proud.
I'll only cry if I'm allowed.
I'm hanging from a cloud,
The shame I cause you.

Tempt me with the end.
Don't just sit there and pretend,
Pretend to care.
I'm drowning in a puddle of despair,
Hold my head down.
Push it under.
My red darkness masks my wonder.

Cut these paper wrists of mine.
They say that I am borderline.
Shove these jagged pills down my throat.
That is the ultimate antidote.
I am your scapegoat,
The reason for your problems.

Without me here
To interfere
Your whole life will reappear.
Let us see if it happens...