Saturday, March 7, 2009

Save Me

I show you my wrists
The cuts made long scars
I’m hoping you’ll save me
But I know that you won’t

I draw out my knife
Beginning again
Cuts getting deeper
‘Cause I’d hate to live

You’re saying I’m fine
I know that you’re wrong
These cuts that I’m making
Have been here all along

Though you can’t see it
They are bleeding still
Deep in my heart
I swear the pain’s real

I’m hoping you’ll save me
As you walk away
The next time we meet
I’ll be the one in the grave

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