So
cold
Take
a look at what you’ve got
And
all that’s left to rot
Just
once you chose to bleed
Now
no choice only need
One
taste was all it took
Last
story in the book
What
a way to end a life
Victim
of the sharpest knife
Now
the pleasure’s become pain
And
ice runs through your veins
Looking
out for number one
And
staring at the sun
(now
getting, so cold, forgetting)
Just
fun was all you thought
Pretending
what was not
A
little you knew day by day
Was
now slipping away
This
door is closing now
Come
now if you know how
Is this how you want to live
Is
this how you want to die