Confessions of a Broken Heart - II

The grass is dead, the sky is dark
The flowers gnarled, the pastures stark
I die before the day is through
My life goes by all I see is you
My cigarette burns, burns my pain
My mirror reflects, reflects my shame
I’m told to quit and I don’t see why
I’m too far gone and I won’t try
In the light a razor gleams
Through skin and flesh it leaves a stream
The stream turns to a river raging
I know I’m losing this war I’m waging
This should hurt, this should scare
I’m used to this and I don’t care
It’s my sanity I cannot find
My eyes close, she’s on my mind
I died before the day was through
I died again, wouldn’t have you?