The touch so cold
As that sharpness hits the bone
Ive walked this road completly alone
Im fine on my own
Nothing to do but call my self home
My blood trickles my face remains stone
I tried so hard to let you go
But in the end im just a stepping stone
So the blade is still the only friend ive ever known
And live isnt meant to save everyone
If so then im a little late to get that note
But promise me youll visit my head stone in the grave beside the snow
Im craving to be in pain
Xoxo silver
