From Her to You

She held my hand, I held my tongue.
I couldn't help but worry and wonder,
We're young and dumb.

She's sleeping alone, you're getting high.
Now I wonder, "why do I even try?"

I'll write a letter from her to you.
And if it makes you feel any better,
She still loves you.

I am a light that's razor sharp.
And I'm drowning in the darkness of your heart.

Hold tight with open arms, a rude and selfish portrait.
I hope your veins run dry, choke on your lies and forget.

Falling asleep with an aching mind.
And I don't want to wake up to this mess,
Leave me behind.

You dug a grave, now crawl inside.
'Cause in the end, no one makes it out alive.

Hold tight with open arms, a rude and selfish portrait.
I hope your veins run dry, choke on your lies and forget.

I'll write a letter from her to me.
And it won't make me feel any better,
But at least, I'll see.