Dripping From My Fingertips

by Melissa   Jul 13, 2006


I sit here holding your picture, holding in crying,
While inside it feels like Im dying.
Why cant I have you back with me,
Cause you made me everything I want to be.

I know youre hurting a lot,
I want to make you happy and give you everything I got.
I hate the thought that you dont want to be with me anymore,
Youre putting our love behind a locked door.

My cuts remind me that I screwed up a lot with you,
Im hurting so bad, I dont know what to do.
What is going on, I wish I truly knew,
One minute we are happy then the next we are through.

The blood from my wrist flows,
Im not hiding it anymore Im holding it out so it shows.
You can see the blood dripping from my fingertips,
How do you like it, oh I can see that one tear from your eye slips.

You watch me die right in front of your eye,
How does it feel to watch the girl you love die?
Well you should know how It feels right now baby,
Cause cant you see, this is killing me slowly?

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