Moving On

You say I should really move on, telling me that is like telling the sun not to shine. My heart belongs to you, and so does my life too.

Without you here I am nothing, I do not want to feel anything. Just give me that knife cause without you I have no real life.

Pain envelopes me like waves in the ocean... inside I am slowly dying, and no I am not lying.

Now give me that blade, cause I don't want to lose you... this hurts to bad... and its far to real.. and being alive is killing me and this pain I will no longer feel.