I am dying bit by bit
each slice of the blade across my wrist...

A person so bleak
so empty inside...

I lay dieing in my misery and shame
Now no one but me can take blame...

She stares at the telephone
not picking up her call...

I've tangoed with guilt
I've waltzed with rage...

I'm so twisted inside my own head
If anything I wish I was dead...

I hear you scream and I look down at where you...
You flip over the girl lying there with a shaking...

A tear drips down her cheek
its hard for her to admit that shes week...

As the sun finally sets
into the night i cry out...

When I need you
you're never there...

Holding my breath
a pain in my chest...

I sit her and listen
to the dove's mournful cries...