If life's this brillant adventure why do you insist on cutting your wrist?
You run around this broken town threating people with your torn fists.
I can't express my feelings for you, they are so strong.
Why do you continue to sing that depressing song?
I thought my love for you would be enough to stop the cutting,
Your glance is so cold, so mericiless, it still can sting.
Numb, you've told me is the only thing you can feel.
That my dear doesn't give you license to steal!