..Let the blood on my knife paint my fear..

Its funny yet ironic, life is limited...death is eternal.

Life has no dress rehearsal, there is only one performance.

I will sit here in silence as the terror carries on, and the words I don't speak, will stream down my face.

..Run away with me..

..I live for your smile, and die for your kiss..

If I ripped my body open, would you crawl inside and save my soul?

...and she's not coming back this time...

Bruised, broken, forgotten and sore, but to f**ked up to care anymore.

..I sleep just to dream of you and wake without you here..