the blade to my wrist
the razor in my fist
the gun to my chest
to put me to rest
i feel the arms around me
knowing i shouldn't have to pay this fee
i know it's not real.
the feeling of him here
because he doesn't know me
he walks on stage
sings the words on the page
i cry out his name
he doesn't here
i try every other year
he saved my life
but he doesn't know
because i'm not apart of the show