You just stand there silently in remorse
a razor in one hand and with scars of course
tears roll down your pretty face onto the floor
you put that razor to your skin, you want more
he stands there over you wachting with intent eyes
he stands there getting plearsure from your cries
he stands there and he just doesn't give a care
he stands there breathing you like your simply air
Well right about now the blood has left your veins
well right about now no one heard your screams
well right about now you feel left behind
well right about now i walk in to find
you dead and gone
i find him there staring so lone
