Things are rough again
I'm afraid my old habit...
The pistol told me to give it a kiss,
the water told me to give it a hug...
Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...
I can't help but think that
if I had just said something...
Through out the years
You've always cared...
Feeling the raindrops touch down on my skin,
While walking at one of London's empty streets...
I just want to go, quietly -
to make my exit as swift and painless...
I want to hold you,
But I know you're not here...
When your breath is too weak to blow out the...
and the dripping of your blood does instead...
She cut her wrist at school today
She sliced across then turned away...
Slaughter me, take this pain away...
I hope that you read this
and then you will know...