Water ripples at the touch of her fingertips
Gently flowing with beat of his breaths
Searching his arms, tracing scars of his past
The touch of the blade, had severed his heart
Oh gentle razor blade, look at you now
Coated in crimson, covered in blood
Sweet little sacrifices, look what you’ve done
Grabbed her addiction, and played with his soul
Porcelain drops staining her cheeks
What has she done, what has she caused
Clenching his fist, no sign of letting go
She falls to the floor, hand hung over the edge
Ripples of blood, soothed his still body
For there in the bathtub, he let his life drain
Look what she’s caused; he’s taken his life
Now the touch of a blade has shattered her heart