A beautiful sorrow inside a beautiful girl who never wanted tomorrow. A beautiful night to take such a beautiful life. With the slice of a knife, she turned out the lights. A story you've heard about a million times. With better punchlines, and with better rhymes. But take it from a boy, who has wanted to inch closer death. That nothing is more comforting to us, then our lovers breath. I remember thinking about my life that night, and not wanting to see the rest. But that same night I had her here, and we laid down, her head on my chest. As she left, I turned off my light. I put my head down, I owe you my life. But how can I give it to you when I don't even want to see the rest of it through?