It started with a kiss but it ends with a slice
i have grown stronger now, it's about time
i'm wiping away the tears from my tired eyes
eyes already wrinkled from learning to see in the dark
always searching, hoping to see if only just a mark
a sign foretelling that you will be back to me
come back to save me from myself
to release me from the me that holds on to you
onto a memory of what was
a promise of what could be
could it be that i'm losing my mind?
my mind...i wonder what's left of it
once a sane part of me,the only bit
the part of me that knew right from wrong
the ideal versus the real,but now look
look how i turned it into a war zone
a conflict between reason and want
i wrap my arms around myself,squeezing tight
i can't break down,not without a fight
a part of me has to die for me to live
so i live each day hoping to die
and if death means life,why won't i kill?
hopeless and sick and tired of this life
i reach out to take the knife
it's shiny and sharp and cold as ice
i close my eyes, ready to slice.
