I held on for too long
With you living within my flesh
I wanted to let go
Yes, I wanted to not remember
I wanted to lose my mind
But I wanted to be sane to your world
I conversed with you, remember?
My flesh as the paper
A vane for a pen
Were you too blind to notice?
Guess you saw a cute psycho instead
So tell me what’s it going to be,
Pills or a knife right through my flesh?