The Death of You

Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Save me I’m drowning, Six feet below Helplessly falling, Into the darkness we know All the life begins to drain, Wrists are painted red with shame Die from what I’m dreaming of, From the death of my love Standing by your stone, Whispers bleed through Standing here alone, Thinking of you All the life begins to drain, Wrists are painted red with shame Die from what I’m dreaming of, From the death of my love Take my life and take my hand! Please! Just try and understand All that I am going through, From the death of you…