She is so cold now like a stranger in her home
Quiet as a mouse as she silently roams...

Oh she has so many things
Her life a fantasy of kings and queens...

I have always needed you
Like these lungs in my chest...

Don't you hate breathing
You can never stop...

Can you feel my heart pace
Through the white sheet...

It holds the key to my life
Keeps me going... day and night...

Now the pressure builds as i sign on the net
Pretending everything is okay...

I'm sitting here looking at the screen
Watching these words form.. with what I'm typing...

You have someone good.. don't let him go to waste
We all know now.. about the life you so clearly...

The power of a blade..It bends and curves grooves...
It captures the red crimson chain...

Sitting on a squeaking chair turning from the TV...
Watching everything slowly turn cold, dark and...

The razor so feeble within my palm
I clasp my hand so tightly... what no harm...