My presious glittering object is at my throat

At every streetlight our shadows meet

Inside is a girl ripping her heart into shreds

The sound of screaming souls echos through my mind

You may not see, but because of you i'm lying in my own blood

Once again i've said what i've had to say but you still don't listen

Excuse me, but could i have my life back?

Is it to much to ask to be like a father an daughter should be?

I don't see the point in leaveing because no one will notice me gone

Destruction of the heart leads to destruction of the wrist