• Sitting here alone,
    my heart black and cold,
    I can feel it taking over my body

    The sharpness of the blade against my heart,
    the blade cold as death

    The determination to end this all,
    crushed by the thought of hurting the one I love

    Drop the knife and with it the willingness to live,
    help me carry on through this twisted joke called life

    My heart is in your hands,
    I know you’ll keep it beating

    My soul is hanging on by a thread,
    fading into this black abyss

    My life is in your hands now,
    keep me alive