Stabbing At The Mirror

Stabbing At The Mirror
If I could touch you without burning id lead you from the pain
If I could see you crying then my tears wouldn't be so alone
If I could hear you id give you everything you asked for
If you were dying
I wouldn't let them dig your grave
But you've already dug it yourself
Running on the end of your own sharpened blade
You'll falls soon and it's too late for me to catch you
We didn't catch ourselves
When we...
Fell...
Apart