we all wish we could erase memories turned tragedy
the deep, dark blend feels hard in my chest
as you say you can't save me
when you have the priviledge of arms

ignore the drama
and pray the past commits suicide
i know you never meant
but words spoke louder this time

history repeats itself
to remind us of
what we never knew
what do we know now?

here we are again
awake and silent
repeating ourselves
and we pray for suicide

jagged edge
you looks so beautiful tonight
slender grip fits perfect in the palm of my hand
glory be to the father, to the son, to the holy spirit
as it was in the beginning
it will never be again...