Another tear will make no difference
My fate embedded in stone
Sunken eyes with tear lined rims
Always with a sad solemn tone
Another cut will make no difference
My skin is already a canvas of pain
Beauty is a word that turns away
My razor the only thing keeping me sane
Another breathe will make no difference
No one left to miss or care
All thats left is a numbing pain
That wont be gone until I'm cold and unaware
Another day will make no difference
I will always wake up on the wrong side of life
Playing out songs that will never be heard
Like a musician with a broken fife
Another cry will make no difference
They will always go unheard by you
Bleeding, bleeding until there is no more left
Wishing there was something I could do
Another word will make no difference
No matter what I say I am wrong
So why speak when you already know what will be said?
Why does death take this long?
