Broken Dreams and Ripped Up Seams

The tiles are cold under her fingertips
It feels as though there's pressure of a thousand kisses on her wrists
She's done it again
She pressed the blade and didn't miss

You've tried to save her
The boy that knew her best
But your best wasn't good enough
Now she's laid down to her rest

Screaming you lift her off the floor
Her blood drips down your arm and hits the ground
Her favorite pair of pants are stained
Along with the blade it was the pills you found

Don't wake her up
She wanted to sleep forever in her bliss
But you could have saved her
With just one loving, tender kiss