You say that you dont love me
then you turn to hold my hand
grabbing at my sanity
and bringing forth my fears
crashing down around me
all the memories from years
that have collected like dust
within my weary mind
holding on to you
is like holding on to ice
but the tension between us
could be cut with a knife
as a single blade
runs parralel to your bloody wrists
as tears fall down around us
shall we turn away
should you look the other way
when crying out for help
is all I've even known
would you lend a helping hand
or run out on me instead
you say that you don't love me
is this really true
or is this only said
because you only see whats inside of you
