Left To the dust.
I don't know where to go
Fire and tears
It drips slowly Down my arm
Till it hits the ground
Cold and warm,
Crimson red.
I thought I would never see it again,
I promised myself that...
Promises are always broken.
But, I did and it was the pain I needed
I craved it SO MUCH
I crave darkness And pain
Risk...
A little risk
He didn't want that,
So, he took my glass heart
Taped, glued, bandaged up
And took it as his own
He was the last thing I held on to
THE LAST THING I HAD TO LIVE FOR
and he didn't want me to live my risky lifestyle
Oh, he still loved me,
he wanted me
He needed me
But didn't want my risk
And he squeezed my heart
Till I fell, not to hurt me, but to save me.
I was hurt, I need my lifestyle of risk
Risk is everything, the other thing I have
Death, that's all I want now
The dark,
The cold,
I want it
He still has my heart,
I hate it
One thing to do...
Get me my knife
