With this blade
i take away the pain
With this knife,
i am the ruler of my own life
With this heart,
i tempt myself to start over from thte start
This is a dream that haunts me every night
it scares me stiff
so i play it into my life
this is not a wish
Why can i get you outta my head
and why do i dream that your gone
why can\\\'t i seem to speak around you
and suddenly my heart weighs a ton
i go over the old memories
the seem to fill everyplace in me
the old flame
i wish i could whisper your name
{{i can\\\'t seem to let go
i can\\\'t seem to hide
will you just give me a knife
and explain to my parents why i died.
my heart is still beating
but only in your head
don\\\'t worry its not your fault
that i am now dead.. at least to the world.}}
I walk numbly through the halls
every one looks sad
all these sad faces
make me feel mad
i scream
\\\" i\\\'m not dead\\\"
but they can\\\'t here me
oh this thin water i tread
{{Chorus X2}}
There\\\'s gotta be more the everything
i thought exists
becasue all i see is panice and horror
in their young faces
we should try to realize
all this stupid
little white lies
that could kill you..
before you recognize.
So keep your knife of hate,
and leave to my own fate.
I will make my own way.
My shadow on the wall
will become so tall
that my own eyes will be drawn high
my strength is my own
and my story is not done.
(( this i originally made as a song, but, it turned out great in my english class as a poem.))
