Slice Paper Wrists
by Poison the Well· from The Opposite of December
when you read this/i will not be the same i have let my true form show this is my last/lost in all my guilt for letting you fall/understand it wasnt me but i cant dream without showing intentions/as i ask these questions/where were you now i cant see through your eyes/i remmember the day/the sun went out/it halted all the progression with all its beauty/it just sacraficed/we fell apart
sincerly yours ive disowned you/sincerly yours ive disowned us.