Slowly the tide is taking me in, i try to fight it but it always wins.
Pulling me under deeper and deeper.
Choking for air i have no fight left in me. I'm starting to get weak.
I pray this is just a dream that I'm going to wake up
And this isn't going to be real.
But i don't wake up, it's not a dream i realize. I'm drowning in my own blood, i cut to deep this time.
It's pouring outta me, I'm starting to get weak. As i lay there all i can think is, i told him i loved him more.
I just died for him.
