Hurt me tender,
Kill me slow...

I wonder,
I wonder...

I've gone to find myself
Don't worry I will not die...

If I were a poem,
I would be one that is understood...

You wake me up,
You put me to sleep...

You never hear me
My heart open for you to see...

Just one hand..
A offer to help...

What is your label?
Is it a jock...

As I stare into the abyss
I let myself float away...

I don't know you or how you feel,
Convinced myself that you need to heal...

Love is not worth fighting for,
When in the end they want you no more...

I close my eyes,
But darkness grabs me with cold, soothing hands...