Am I speaking clearly?
Or just speaking circles around you
In which are twisting around you,
So tight they cut the skin,
Is this conversation hurting you,
Suffocating you so badly your tounge is getting dry?

And how are the wounds healing from last time we met?
Your wrists look much better, not so worn and dead,
So honey tell me, are you feeling better yet?

Or are my words slicing at your eyes like knives,
Are you lying when you say your fine?
Are my statements eating away at your head,
hollowing out your cheeks so you look half-past dead,
Is it I whom is ******* your life away with every day that passes by?

Will you ever get better?; I hate seeing you this way,
You look as if you might fall over and die, I'll say,
Your lips, they're turning blue, is it me making you this way?

Baby please get better, I'll be so alone if you're dead,
I promise,
I'll never hurt you again,
We'll have a fairytale life,
Baby, I can't wait to call you my wife,
I want you to be mine forever, I'll never let you leave, *ever