My wrists are killing me, like the sound of your voice. So

My wrists are killing me,
like the sound of your voice.
So cut me baby, I'm all ears.
Kiss me hard so
you can taste my words
and maybe then
you'll understand.
Those roses you left
on my casket
were of the deepest red.
Just like the blood that
reflected off the razor
right after I broke the last
of my promises to you.
it must be the girl who can't stop crying..
or maybe it's the girl that kept on trying.