I cant listen to her, she speaks of the past,
This is the time i want to forget, hate, leave,
She cant hear me, shes just a tape,
But her music, i used to listen to while i cut,
Re-opening closed, scared wounds to new light,
She leaves me crying for a hand to hold,
Someone to be there for me, but no,
There was never a hand, she reminds me,
The night i lay on my back, knife to my wrist,
I listened to her melody, it saved me then,
Now its bringing me back, my life spins downwards,
I cant listen to her, she speaks of the past.