Lame excuses is all I got,
For the bruises that show...

Longing to make the razor my friend again,
Longing to draw it across my skin...

IF YOU DELETE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO...
BUT IF YOU FIND...

Promises were meant to be broken,
And I broke mine...

Kneeling in my corner,
Not letting my tears fall...

Stop Whispering broken promises to me,
Hearts eventually stop believing...

I cried for you,
I never knew...

Never aloud to leave,
Always under lock and key...

Slowly smothering from your love,
Trying hard to be what you want me to be...

When the wind whispers my absence,
And the sun mourns my passing...

Sitting 'neath a weeping willow,
By this undisturbed lake...

Standing upon this lonely hill;
With only an old tree for company...