Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
I cut myself because you wouldn’t let me cry.I cried because you wouldn’t let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn’t let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me…
I cut myself because you wouldn’t let me cry.I cried because you wouldn’t let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn’t let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me…