Knives thrown over miles of air. |
Ringing You can wash your hands, but they'll never come clean The deed, is most surely done You made a young girl happy m'dear For an hour, I had my fun But breathing's no longer an inborn action, I'm playing games with my own life. Sweet sugar coating on the bitterest of men, You sharpen and tend to your knife. It's over now, I'm sorry. But this is wrong - My fingers tell him so Sending knives down cables and across the air He rings my mobile phone. And now I'm bleeding out onto the floor, And we have no cleaner here! My phone is ringing in the other room, But theres no ear to hear... Its notes, they're sick, Just LEAVE ME BE! I'm buzzing like a bingo wheel - Or Russian Roulette, The gun in the hand, You'll surprise me one day? I don't understand ... Calm down m'dear I know it hurts The pain won't last for good Try to keep your breathing steady And it'll all be over soon You look so pale. You sure you're alright? Just hold my hand and squeeze it tight To stop the blood from spilling out To stop the hemorrage in your regretful mouth So this is where we stand now Or maybe where I fall I'm half conscious on my bed now With a knife in my head ...Save me... ......From myself... |