With This Blade

With this blade against my wrist, I wonder what it is. I wonder what it is to bleed. And I bleed without a sound as I press the metal down. I feel the tingle in my fingers, "Is this for real?" Each drop of blood that spills for you is my awaking seranade to you. My reward is knowing you will live to fight another day for...
With this fist against my chest, I pledge my dyign breath. I pledge that I would bleed for you. And the blood is dripping down from my knuckles to the ground, I raise my fist into the air 'case this is for real. This game is over. I'm feeling sober and I'm running out. These vains are open and all I have is slowly spilling out...
And all my memories are shattering just like better days that fade away. All my memories are shattering just like better days...
I hold onto you, like holding onto better days. I hold onto you, like holding onto better days... better days.
With your face against my chest and my hands around your hips we celebrateour last embrace. An no more sad goodbyes, so dry your blood-shot eyes and remember that December when we were young. And everything was new... Yeah we've had some better days...
And all my memories are shattering just like better days that fade away. All my memories are shattering just like better days...
I hold onto you, like holding onto better days. I hold onto you, like holding onto better days... better days.
I hold onto you, like holding onto better days. I hold onto you, like holding onto better days... better days.