Veins Filling With Ice,
You Can't Expect To Escape Love With No Price.
Body is Turning Cold,
This Feeling Of Numbness Is Growing So Old..
I Can't Seem To Feel You Anymore..
Just As Once I Hath Before.
You're Hand is No Longer Sealed Into Mine,
No Longer Will Our Fingers Lace and Intertwine.
My Heart Is Breaking,
Mind Of Mine is Aching.
Heartbeat Is Getting Weaker,
Breathing Patterns Growing into speakers..
Hard To Move,
This Heart I Must Remove...
With This Hand I Hold This Knife,
With The Knife, Ill Take My Life,
End This Novacaine Like Feeling..
And Take the Beginning Steps Toward Healing.