Answers In Mourning

I can’t see it but I feel it everyday
I’m watching the fain fall through this broken glass and I’m washing the blood
from my hands, washing the blood from my hands
I shouldn’t even try, she’s right
This time it’s gonna take everything that I have, everything that I have
These are letters I’ll never send, words that will go unsaid
I want you dead
And bury you in the darkest part of my heart
Your arms were my open grave begging me back
Like a walk through a dead winter park, it was over before the start
These are letters that I’ll never send
I want you dead