Hold your hand out but I won't reach.
Listen for my voice but I won't speak.
For one more chance I will bleed.
Listen for my breath but I won't breathe.
I can feel myself dying.
My eyes turn grey.
Smiles are turned against me.
Death whispers my name.
For you I held out my hand.
But you didn't seem to understand.
I listened for your voice.
And heard nothing.
You asked for one more chance.
I lost myself giving it to you.
Your pictures are like a knife to my eyes.
The memories of us slowly dies.
I wait for you to come back but your still gone.
I think its safe to say that you've moved on.
The thoughts of you have gone cold and begun to frost.
All hope for us is lost.
I still think of you every now and then.
But that won't ever happen again.
Slowly being cut out of my life.
I'm trying to forget you and use our memories as the knife.
Slowly starting to let you go.
Slowly my hatred for you starts to grow.
No longer will I hold out my hand.
No longer will I listen for your voice.
I no longer want another chance.
Finally I cut you out of my life.
Finally I forgot our memories and dropped the knife.
Our memories are severed.
I think of them...never
Attraction still stands.
But I will no longer hold out my hand...
