What is left to say
what is left to do
I know I fell miserable
and yes its thanks to you

another heartbreak
another lie
whats this silly thing we call love
but a grape left out to dry

my hands they're shaking
as this blade slowly touches skin
is this what I get, is this what I've earned
for feeling alive again?

those night terrors I feel them coming
to haunt me in my sleep
is it possible could it be
that this was all a dream

scratch that dream
a terrible nightmare
coming from deep within
why else would this all hapen to me
when the ice, it wears so thin

this beating inside me
they call it your heart
why would you follow that?
because they say if it doesn't function
that will be that