I stare at my arm.
The scars it once used to bare.
I stare at time once i was one in alarm.
I used to sit and wait out side in the cool crisp air.
wondering if you where watching somewhere near.
I used to look up at the sky, and think "Why oh why?"
Then I look at my arm, at the marks it once used to bare.
Now I sit alone, with the knife in one hand.
I sit alone in the warm sand.
I put the knife to one lonely spot.
Then i feel the sand, oh how its so hot.
I close my eyes, take a breath.
I can picture my life after death.
The I open my eyes,
and greatly to my suprise, I see you staring back at me.
My best friend has come to save me.
I drop the knife.
you take my hand,
then we walk away,
hand in hand....
