I keep all this pain locked up inside,
I try to run i try to hide...
I always lie awake at night,
In the darkness, with no sight...
As mascara stains my pillow,
I lay here tired and lost...
That knife is pretty, shinny and sharp
It stares at me mocks me lies there and laughs...
No one talks about those days anymore,
did they ever really happen...
No one talks about those days anymore,
did they ever really happen...
Grim faces of loved ones,
Silence worth a thousand tears...
That knife is pretty, shinny and sharp
It stares at me mocks me lies there and laughs...
As mascara stains my pillow,
I lay here tired and lost...
I cried my self to sleep last night,
it was sad but it felt true...
"are you alright?" |
So the memories live in the lump in her throat, |
Wear me like a locket around your throat, |