A pretty little blade,
It sits there on the floor.
It sits there on the floor.
I get up off my bed,
And i go and lock the door.
A pretty little glint,
Off of the razor's face.
This is my only option,
I couldn't find my place.
Do not try to stop me,
I can not be saved.
You want to do something for me?
Start to dig my grave.
A pretty little blade,
I slice down my wrist.
With a silent cry,
I ball up my fist.
I drop down to my knees,
And clutch my aching heart.
I intend to finish,
What i had to start.
The crimson begins to pour,
My tears begin to flood.
How deep can it go?
The colour in my blood?
I feel the cold begin to creep,
It startes at the tips of my toes.
The blue that's tinted to my lips,
Now i know it shows.
The chain that was my life,
Now it turns to thread.
As the reaper takes out his scissors,
I hear them slice.
I'm dead.
She tosses and turns through the night.
But no sleep enters her.
Thoughts of betrayal blind her sight.
As tears pour down her cheeks.
Trust had always been the hardest thing to do.
But just when she allows herself to let go;
Backstabbing friends come in her view.
As a routine it seems to be.
Everyone had seemed so kind.
But their hidden selves were always concealed.
The feelings from their lies are kept confined.
As her soul yearns for someone true.
the sound of your heartbeat riccohets through my eardrums
pounding like the clicks of my keyboard.
if the ghosts trapped in my irises didnt get to you
and the songs trapped in my fingertips wouldnt call you out
nothing can make me worth your time.
maybe the white lines across my wrists made you think twice about love and lies
and maybe the worst words can make the prettiest lullabies,
but i'm running the roads between you and I.
when I make it to georgia, please tell me you'll meet me halfway.
3am rolls around but my mind is on repeat;
please tell me you'll need me, please tell me you'll need me.
the sun peeks through the clouds, telling me to go home,
but I can't give this up until my body is chapped and my bones are all cracked.
the sores in my brain are bleeding into my heart
and burning through layers of muscle tissue,
until all that's left is a bloody corpse and a voice that's hoarse.
i've waited a lifetime to make this right, and it's not fair for me to die tonight.
the sky chissels away the harsh lines of my silhoutte,
a gray lump lying lifeless in the street.
you'll never say you need me. you'll never say you need me.
And i go and lock the door.
A pretty little glint,
Off of the razor's face.
This is my only option,
I couldn't find my place.
Do not try to stop me,
I can not be saved.
You want to do something for me?
Start to dig my grave.
A pretty little blade,
I slice down my wrist.
With a silent cry,
I ball up my fist.
I drop down to my knees,
And clutch my aching heart.
I intend to finish,
What i had to start.
The crimson begins to pour,
My tears begin to flood.
How deep can it go?
The colour in my blood?
I feel the cold begin to creep,
It startes at the tips of my toes.
The blue that's tinted to my lips,
Now i know it shows.
The chain that was my life,
Now it turns to thread.
As the reaper takes out his scissors,
I hear them slice.
I'm dead.
She tosses and turns through the night.
But no sleep enters her.
Thoughts of betrayal blind her sight.
As tears pour down her cheeks.
Trust had always been the hardest thing to do.
But just when she allows herself to let go;
Backstabbing friends come in her view.
As a routine it seems to be.
Everyone had seemed so kind.
But their hidden selves were always concealed.
The feelings from their lies are kept confined.
As her soul yearns for someone true.
the sound of your heartbeat riccohets through my eardrums
pounding like the clicks of my keyboard.
if the ghosts trapped in my irises didnt get to you
and the songs trapped in my fingertips wouldnt call you out
nothing can make me worth your time.
maybe the white lines across my wrists made you think twice about love and lies
and maybe the worst words can make the prettiest lullabies,
but i'm running the roads between you and I.
when I make it to georgia, please tell me you'll meet me halfway.
3am rolls around but my mind is on repeat;
please tell me you'll need me, please tell me you'll need me.
the sun peeks through the clouds, telling me to go home,
but I can't give this up until my body is chapped and my bones are all cracked.
the sores in my brain are bleeding into my heart
and burning through layers of muscle tissue,
until all that's left is a bloody corpse and a voice that's hoarse.
i've waited a lifetime to make this right, and it's not fair for me to die tonight.
the sky chissels away the harsh lines of my silhoutte,
a gray lump lying lifeless in the street.
you'll never say you need me. you'll never say you need me.
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