Just stab me where I stand
or place the knife in my hand...
Why can't you stay away
I'm tired of your words...
Medicate me sedate me.
kill my pain.My head its...
Its growing so cold
So throw me my final...
[For my Grandmother who passed away on April 10th...
The air is stale in the house...
Dressed in sorrow
Words not followed...
I was leading you...
Your every step...
She hates what she's feeling,
Words locked up in her chest...
Dripping ink from the letters on her arms
Ashely tell me not again...
Because I could not stop death,
He kindly stopped for me...
I'll press the knife solidly into my heart,
Only because I don't know where to start...
She is the girl
With the bright smile...