I miss you,
I know your in the wind now wild and free...

My bleeding soul,
weeps for you...

You don't know how many times I've put this blade...
or how many times I've pulled the trigger to see...

My broken heart belongs to you,
very fragile heart...

I sit alone,
looking through that box...

Why are you the one in my head,
you should be dead to me...

They are beginning to see through my lies,
see through to my cuts...

The rain drops on my window,
sound much like the tear drops on my pillow...

The feelings that spill from my heart,
form the love that we need to grow...

I feel I'm slipping away from the world,
my wounds that once seemed to heal...

I want out,
out of this place i call home...

You, your the reason why,
why i slit my wrist...