This blade that sits in my hand
serves no other purpose but one...

I hear the echoes of my dreams;
these terrible things still haunting me...

A nameless tombstone
hidden among the leaves...

So what would you all think if I told you-
last night I cried myself to sleep...

Theres a guilt that feeds my concious
From pretending this never happened...

I.
...and all I ever wanted...

Put out that cigarette...
just to spark another...

I am fragile; I am weak.
I am insignificant and unimportant...

It's been nine long years since you left this...
and look at how much I have changed...

You will never know how much sadness
one heart can sustain...