It was in the march of the winter I turned eighteen
That I bought those blades
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said "it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong...
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon"
And I've heard that music - Echo through the house
Where i just sat ... By myself
And I sat watching a flower, As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place
So please forgive what I have done
No you can't stay mad at the setting sun
Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually
There is nothing left to do but ...
But spring came bearing sunlight
Those persuasive eyes
So I gave myself a few more days
My salvation it came, quite suddenly
When she spoke very plainly
She said "Of course it's your decision,
But just so you know,
If you decide to leave,
Soon I will follow"
I wrote this for a baby
Who has yet to be born
Her first child ..
I hope that womb's not too warm,
Cause it's cold out here
And it'll be quite a shock
To breathe this air - To discover loss ...
Life's a story book, Loves an excuse to get hurt ...
Can't stop thinking that everything must belong somewhere .. Where do i belong,
I can never understand the emotion of a hand waving goodbye, the last glance of a loved one not looking back ..
And when you cry .. Do you like who's inside .....
That I bought those blades
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said "it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong...
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon"
And I've heard that music - Echo through the house
Where i just sat ... By myself
And I sat watching a flower, As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place
So please forgive what I have done
No you can't stay mad at the setting sun
Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually
There is nothing left to do but ...
But spring came bearing sunlight
Those persuasive eyes
So I gave myself a few more days
My salvation it came, quite suddenly
When she spoke very plainly
She said "Of course it's your decision,
But just so you know,
If you decide to leave,
Soon I will follow"
I wrote this for a baby
Who has yet to be born
Her first child ..
I hope that womb's not too warm,
Cause it's cold out here
And it'll be quite a shock
To breathe this air - To discover loss ...
Life's a story book, Loves an excuse to get hurt ...
Can't stop thinking that everything must belong somewhere .. Where do i belong,
I can never understand the emotion of a hand waving goodbye, the last glance of a loved one not looking back ..
And when you cry .. Do you like who's inside .....


