Sep 21, 2004 16:41
So this is what it means, to dissect and still believe
When eraser pressed to paper cannot bring the pain relief
Once it's offered at the hands of those who sang us to sleep
It would be viewed as a road to where our trust we may keep
It's shown a moment frozen in her eyes
When it's way past over and hopes are tossed aside
The soon to be empty chamber fit so well between her lips
While the trigger will forever rest against her fingertips
When if her blade could separate his hopes from lies
She would have never made her premature goodbyes
The steel felt so right sliding between skin on his wrist
He closed his eyes, blood fell down his clenched fist
He missed her when she left, but she didn't go alone
He sent himself first class the day "god took her home"