and if i carved your name into my arms with wire   would that spell out devotion?   because right now i'm drowning in despair   this desolation, falling away from you was the hardest thing   i'll carry this scar forever      you're dead to me   dead to me      nothing will ever be the same   it always comes back to you   at which point will i break?   cross my heart, hope to die      memory   decaying memory      fashion this knife, thrust into our backs   welcoming this blood to wash away our sins   and i'll never go back again      small cracks; now breaks - now just pieces of you   rattling in my empty chest   off time and broken replacing the rhythm   and filling the void where the heart once was      i'm so sorry for what you did, but you cannot take it back