Drawing a picture

I'M gonna draw a picture,Picture With a twist, I'm gonna draw it with a razor blade and I'm goon draw it to my wrist. I will jump into the oboist, just so i can here the crisp of your voice agen. It's just to late I'm not turning back i never asked for your Help I'll be just fine by myself after all it was always like that. This are the day's we will remember or forget. I regret ever laying eye's on you. Loving you was a mistake but at the time it was one i was willing to take and look were that got me on the ground with the razor blade some were in site. It happened all so fast I thought the memories would last. Just one more blast into the past reminds me why i am sitting here alone with the blade. Quickly the memories fade. My blade means more to me then you did because it just wont get up and leave.Know i wake up without you beside me but the cut's on my are each have a story to tell. Till the day that i die I will never forget your lies. So don't deign or try to tell me you loved me, because we both no it's a lie.Some people say times heals all wounds but i find myself still waiting i find myself changing because of you and it's for the best. It's broke my heart with thank to you