Rip my heart out
and watch me bleed...

You say you love me
as you stroke my hair...

Writing to you my love
these feelings are so true...

I am happy
to put it simply...

Waiting for the day
you tell me that you love me...

I feel no pain inside
But the thought of you...

Sitting on the edge of a knife
is the skin of my arm...

In a city of angels
all fallen from the heavens...

When i talk to you
it never seems the same...

Walking through the dark alone
seeing quick motions...

Shallow hearts fill this hall
my tortured mind screams for help...

Sitting in the shower
with the cold water running over me...