There's a pen in my hand
with intent to burn holes of new words
into the skin of whatever's left of me.
Smoke and the ashes burn my lungs out
now that the fire's gone.
Give me permission to breathe.

But I gave you my heart
and you walked away with it still in your hands.
My bloodstains, your eyes
Now tell me, who is the guilty one?
Bury my life away.

'Cos I'm broken, maybe that's news to you.
Do you have any idea that you killed me?
The books have been burned
as the pages of my life are running short.
It's about time that I admit
that I can't live like this.
Suicidal murders, it's all the same to me.
Just one more request:
tell me, how should I cease to be (alive)?

In honesty, my heart has stopped beating
as emptiness reigns in my chest
boiled blood is eating away at whatever's left.
I'm dead on the inside and outside I lie.
How do I promise refusal to die
when I've died a million times
as the memories play out in my head? (I'm dead again)

'Cos I'm broken, maybe that's news to you.
Do you have any idea that you killed me?
The books have been burned
as the pages of my life are running short.
It's about time that I admit
that I can't live like this.
Suicidal murders, it's all the same to me.
Just one more request:
tell me, how should I cease to be (alive)?

I opened my eyes in the midst of the night
and cried when I sadly realized...
What's to live for when there is no shield
to prevent me from wounds that refuse to be healed?
Come to me, I'll say it's unlikely
for sacrificed souls to know how to bleed (like me).

'Cos I'm broken, maybe that's news to you.
Do you have any idea that you killed me?
The books have been burned
as the pages of my life are running short.
It's about time that I admit
that I can't live like this.
Suicidal murders, it's all the same to me.
Just one more request:
tell me, how should I cease to be (alive)?