Answers in Mourning

I can't see it but I feel it everyday
I'm watching the rain fall through this broken glass

And I'm washing the blood from, washing the blood from my hands

I shouldn't even try, she's right
This time it's gonna take everything that I have, everything that I have

These are letters I'll never send
Words that will go unsaid
I want you dead

And bury you in the darkest part of my heart
Your arms were my open grave begging me back

Like a walk through a dead winter park
It was over before the start

These are letters that I'll never send
I want you dead
I want you dead