Heart beat is racing
As the knife scars my skin
Its to damn cold to mention
The fire that burns within
Blade of salvation
Slide across my wrist
To take me home tonight
The freezing knife
Makes chills go down my spin
What are these sweaty palms
Of mine
The reason why
Cause the arguments and the torment
Has wrung me dry
But still I’m craving for that moment
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