It's funny yet sad,
how the pages go black,
with every touch of her,
I feel like I should care,
but I can feel nothin',
maybe it's the *******,
or maybe it isn't,
how could I know,
you torn me apart and left me with no hope,
I keep looking at my knife,
I can hear him whisper,
take me and twist me,
with that pointy end
and I will make you fade away.