With my heart in your hand,
And my name on your lips,
And as the last few drops,
Of my dignity flow from your fingertips,
I remember how it felt to be alone,
And all the love I’ve never known,
I wrote a love song for you to sing at my grave,
And I know it would be wrong to say that I was brave,
But I don’t want this to be your last memory of me,
So turn away because I don’t want you to see,
I’m in a dark place and I don’t know where I am,
And alone is the only way I seem to be able to stand,
You’ve given me a lifetime of hope,
But I’m dangling at the end of my rope,
You were the start of my life,
But will it end with the blade of a knife?
It’s hard to say,
The path one takes,
When they have nowhere else to go,
But they are the only one to know,
Will Heaven open its gates for me,
A lost soul looking for peace?
Or will I fall to the pits of Hell,
To waste and rot in my empty shell?
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
With my heart in your hand,
And my name on your lips,
And as the last few drops,
Of my dignity flow from your fingertips,
I remember how it felt to be alone,
And all the love I’ve never known,
I wrote a love song for you to sing at my grave,
And I know it would be wrong to say that I was brave,
But I don’t want this to be your last memory of me,
So turn away because I don’t want you to see,
I’m in a dark place and I don’t know where I am,
And alone is the only way I seem to be able to stand,
You’ve given me a lifetime of hope,
But I’m dangling at the end of my rope,
You were the start of my life,
But will it end with the blade of a knife?
It’s hard to say,
The path one takes,
When they have nowhere else to go,
But they are the only one to know,
Will Heaven open its gates for me,
A lost soul looking for peace?
Or will I fall to the pits of Hell,
To waste and rot in my empty shell?