My hearts in my hands,
as i cry my last tears,
its broken into pieces,
by the reality of my fears,
my fist is clenched on the razor,
the bloods my sign of pain,
my heart has gone with her
never to be mine again,
and as i stare at a grave,
a grave of a friend so dear,
a single plea for her return,
is rolling down my cheek as a tear.
