I saw your name drawn on the back of this notebook
Remembering the moment I watched your hand write it down
Fuck you
I knew that you would lead me astray, blinding my judgment
If you forgot my name I suggest you look through the photos you never took
Spit out the fires of hell with the breath that you cannot breathe
Lungs punctured so far deep that you gasp for the hope of a chance for the continuation of life
I wish I would have spread my soul far apart from you
I would have told you to fuck off the minute you sat down, but you sat there and stared
This dead orchard next to me has littered the garden of hope
I have littered the air
You sat there and stared
All love is lost
The distance between us has broken the value of survival amongst the enemy that is unseen
I walk on a fine line
We are buried face down
Buried face down
Pouring life and soul into this product that doesn't produce
I could live like a king, but a pawn
A trace of history keeping the closet nothing company
Help me find knives
The force of your head pressing down moves me
I changed
I've changed for the better
My heart cannot beat
My heart cannot beat without the blood
Your reaction has said enough for everyone to hear
I must find knives