I sit on the edge of this chair
with silver streached over my flesh
pressing down into the peice of me
that owes you the sweetest apology.
Eyes are bloodshot and ocean blue,
and something tells me its because of you..
the reasons Im doing this to myself,
the reason i'll never love anybody else.
Sometimes we do things in life we regret..
sometimes we do things that hurt,
sometimes people dont lift a finger
to help those lying dead before them.
Biting my lip in a familiar way
tells you im ready to do this, shaking like a feind
Im ready to take you away.
Its this or denial, when Im gone I cant cry
there is nothing more you could do,
try to teach my the ways you are
try to make me love you again..
but I hope you will hear me this time.
I push it in, and pull you out
slowly I pull you out.