I'm burning holes in the back of your head
i know you must feel the flames from my eyes...

What is this i hold in my hand
its a sharp and shiny blade...

The memories she couldn't deny
the things she'd done...

She lies across her bed
wishing she could be anywhere...

Breaking scars
that want to heal...

As i watch the blood seep down
thoughts cross my mind...

Why am i so confused
hes too old but your too cool...

Sitting there
catch your breathe...

She lays on the floor
her spirit as broken...

It doesn't make sense
everything they say...

The release only comes
when the blood begins to rise...