Within the time a body's born
Another body lies so worn
Taken by the hands of time
Nothing more than nickel and dime
To pay the price of wasted life
Take your hand and hold it close
Say those words of riddle and rhyme
Just to throw away the ways of man
Whisper that my love is true
Turn around and laugh at you
Mock your name
And stab your back
For nothing that you ever do
Will hear the words that kill me so
One last look
Through a broken mirror
Pick the pieces
From my wrist
Pray to God you don't exist
And pull across my arm
A razor and a promise
