I'm sitting here inside my mind
So much grief is what I find
No one can hear
No one can help
You are my fear
You was my friend
I wrote a letter on my hand
With the razor
No self-preservation
The void is near
There's nothing to feel
Blank eyes couldn't see
What you've been to me
Nothing but darkness could be there
Nothing but emptiness I could share
I used to speak to you
I used to trust you
I used to love you
But never got you
I wrote a letter on my hand
With the razor
No self-preservation
The void is near
There's nothing to feel
Blank eyes couldn't see
What you've been to me
With black hole instead of heart
You exhausted mine
Scars will never sublime
Pain is part of art
With black hole instead of heart
You exhausted mine
Scars will never sublime
Pain is part of art