Answers in mourning

I can't see it but I feel it everyday.
I'm watching the fain fall through this broken glass
and I'm washing the blood from my hands,
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.