Ringing

Ringing

You can wash your hands, but they'll never come clean
The deed, is most surely done
You made a young girl happy m'dear
For an hour, I had my fun

But breathing's no longer an inborn action,
I'm playing games with my own life.
Sweet sugar coating on the bitterest of men,
You sharpen and tend to your knife.

It's over now, I'm sorry. But this is wrong -
My fingers tell him so
Sending knives down cables and across the air
He rings my mobile phone.

And now I'm bleeding out onto the floor,
And we have no cleaner here!
My phone is ringing in the other room,
But theres no ear to hear...

Its notes, they're sick, Just LEAVE ME BE!
I'm buzzing like a bingo wheel - Or
Russian Roulette,
The gun in the hand,
You'll surprise me one day?
I don't understand ...

Calm down m'dear
I know it hurts
The pain won't last for good
Try to keep your breathing steady
And it'll all be over soon
You look so pale. You sure you're alright?
Just hold my hand and squeeze it tight
To stop the blood from spilling out
To stop the hemorrage in your regretful mouth

So this is where we stand now
Or maybe where I fall
I'm half conscious on my bed now
With a knife in my head
...Save me...
......From myself...