Crossing my fingers that you come around
I should be giving up hope by now
It's over, I cried
We knew it would be like this, yet we still tried
This silence burns my ears because it reminds me of before
When we were so close yet still so far
My mind is full of suicide on this dark day
You're gone and I still have so much to say
My only choice is to take this blade
This rusty, metal thing
And write you a letter with my last words I never spoke
Along the grid where my skin broke
Blue veins that burst as I painted a picture of my own
Scars like a broken road
Leading me to more suffering
