sometimes i want to pick up a knife,
to take my life,
whats the cost,
whats left to lose when all is lost,
i see myself, i feel so weak,
i cant even think, i cant even speak,
will it go away at last,
these tortured memories of my past,
so much pain, that i cant take,
a nightmare from witch i cannot wake,
wats the point, whats the meaning,
all these mixed up fucked up feelings,
my hearts shattered,
my soul is battered,
nothing left but darkness surounding,
breaking down,
the thunderous sound,
myheatbeat in my ears pounding,
then an image enters my mind,
i see your face, so oving and kind
you know my pain, you understand,
you can save me, take my hand,
i know you're hurt, and so am i
together we can leave the pan behind,
i found a reason to live again,
now i know it's not the end,
with you i have a brand new start,
so take the pieces of this broken heart,
trust me, give your heart to me,
together we'll fly,
forever free.
