One for sorrow...

The first was for sorrow,
The second for joy.
The third was for the girl
And the fourth for the boy.

My wrist tore as easy as your love.
The blood poured like your lies.
But you're still who I love
As I lay here and die.

One slit for sorrow,
The second for joy.
The third for the girl
(Abby)
The fourth for the boy
(Michael)
I loved you to my death.