Whisper whisper don’t make a sound
Down the break beneath the ground
Don’t you know beyond the bound!

So I tear the glassthat bound me. Shed the blood upon my face, but the scar goes deep. It rip my heart too.

But she said “You’re changing. Why?” She keep asking “sorry if I’ve wronged you.”

Whisper whisper,
I lost my temper

Whatever, I’ve been  scratched and scratched. But none is your fault.

How long, how long will I slide
Separate my side; I don’t,
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slittin’ my throat
it’s all I ever..

oh, yes that  one is  not my own word.