11 at night and the phone is ringing for me. my...
Fingers down throats,
Knifes splitting veins...
I sit at home
Wishing i wasn't all alone...
Is this really happening?
Why does it feel so real...
Broken Glass,
on the floor...
Trying to fix my problems with this blade
My eyes started to turn from blue to grey...
How did I become
Everything I never wanted to be...
I'll take this knife,
And cut into my arm...
You see her hurt,
You see her cry...
We will remember the good times,
Savouring the memories made...
Have you ever wondered why I do it
Why I make my own pain...
Who will decide if she lives or dies?
To lay on a bed for the rest of her life...