I'll write love songs on my wrists, With old, metal blades, And pretend you can hear the words, Which I will never say. But you will never see them, And I will never speak, My thoughts are just too heavy, And my heart is just too weak.
You cut my oxygen off when I first saw you. And then you left... Please come back to me, I need to lay on your chest and hear your heart beat so I can come back to life again.