I can't deny
The way
Your fingers make my body shiver
And that I almost did surrender
To what was easy
In a way
But I know it's all over
It's the last page of the book
'cause you're the knife
That cuts my wrist
The open sore
To where I drift
And it's the price
For being weak
And it's the price
But I know it's all over
It's the last page of the book
But I woun't go
And I woun't cry
'cause you'll be gone
When I arrive
And if the clouds
Covers the sky
Then let it happen
