With a blade of cold steel
You stand in the corridor of my heart...
Ok so nobody really understands this one. its...
walking through the hallways...
Dear lord,
I pray with you...
These tired hands made of splinters
Keep tossing back the whiskey sours...
What were you thinking
why would you do this to yourself...
Dawn has come.
I watch the sky...
Nothing can hold me against my conclusion
We all are dying in our own way...
They learn how to kill
Against their own will...
I cant take this anymore,
with this world and what is happening...
Ready to die.
I pick up the knife...
Is their any one who can kill me
and curse me...
She slits her wrist ever day.
Shes says it makes her feel safe...