Everytime you pull away
You push the blade deeper
You drive it through my heart
Like the grim reaper

You dont say anything
But your eyes say so much
You are so cold
To the touch

You make me wanna cry
But I think
That I'll just
Smoke another cigarette

I die a little inside
When you dont
Kiss me like
You used to

So please tell me
Communicate to me
What the problem
Is or isn't.