But at least its your hands at my throat

I wish the story didnt end this way, cuz im still inlove with the person that helped my right it..

All i can do is offer my heart, im sorry it was not enough

Remember, cuz thats all you can do...

My gift to you, my heart was yours.

"this is to dying in another's arms and why i had to try it.."

So what can it be, no one hears me call. echos back at me, no ones there

These walls are paper think and everyone heres every little sound

Your words are deadly weapons, killing me, destroying me

Shattered shards of glass faintly resemble an image of your broken heart