Razorblades

My teardrops fall down like razorblades.
His pain slowly slicing away.
Every cut reminds me of every memory.
God, please let me live, i pray.

I'm tired of being all alone.
His half of my heart has left me.
I'm longing for his touch.
I am dying to tell him how much i need him to be.

It's getting too late.
Sharp thoughts are raging through my head.
My breath is getting shorter.
All because of you i am dead.

Heaven is real nice.
I hope you miss me as much as i do.
Love is not for you.
Dear, you owe heaven to razorblades/