So speak your knives. All this pain here, I won't listen Crying as she's carving in her flesh. Deep in summers eye, Naked like the truth should always be. This false art on her arm. Watching romance from a distance. Bleeding from the glass upon her wrists. Arms stretched to-wards the red sea caused by the swords in his hands. I lay in space choked by my own air. Angel, she wouldn't stop. I couldn't change her mind was set on him. She dials that strange number. Six away from Three thousand. How she remembered him. Glimpse of that last Sunday. Saying Corinne are you okay? Oh how she loves him. He says that he loves her, Wouldn't that be a sin. She hopes he is now happy. Looking at the disaster she is now. Depressed and lost, Him being back in her life she won't allow.
