My hand is still and precise as i cut at my pain, i cut with this knife hoping i can cut the thought of you away and what happened on that day all i can do is hope and pray that soon it will be over my veins will become hallo and i can be free
you put me in this, my own private hell i don't know what to do cause i cant stop all my thoughts from resting on you, so as my head gets light and i fall asleep in this river of my sorrow i can smile cause i now it's over
