A cut is a cut
no matter what you call it...

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to come...

I'm the shiver in the night
that you thought was from the cold...

I've tired so hard to stand on my own
But I've grown so weak...

I thought you were perfect
my knight in shining armor...

Sit down and listen
Just for once...

I miss you's and I love you's
aren't meant to go to waste...

Their words still bite.. I close my eyes
I try to argue but in the end only sigh...

I remember that day
The words seemed so harsh...

it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...

Sometimes there just aren't words to express
The deep down emptiness...

The ties binding our souls
Stretch between life and death...