Razor Blade Intentions.

One for the time we met of all days.

Two for the light, the spark in your gaze.

Three for the love that built up inside.

Four for the laughs, the tears in my eyes.

Five for the night it all went to hell.

Six for the postcard meaning me well.

Seven for the girl you claimed to adore.

Eight for me scolding at the dumb w -hore.

Nine for the minutes I wasted away.

Ten for the insults, the mean things to say.

Eleven for this night, as black as it could be.

Twelve for one wish, that you were with me.

Thirteen it's over not more for me to say.

Fourteen I wish you well, and have a good day..