the air tears at my skin    robbing my veins of the life    i had hoped to have.    you killed a part of me tonight    and left the frozen air to finish the job.    so now i realize    the cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes    and awkward frame was calling the shots...    and i was left depleted    grinning like a retard    who thought you were there    when you had retreated.    i'm slowing down into a shallow circle    while my heartbeat fills the gaps    between sporadic and failing gasps.    i'm face down in the mud    with eyes still bruised and purple    while my heartbeat fills the gaps    between sporadic and failing gasps.    i swear on my life    that if i could take this knife out of my back, i would    but between the loss of blood    and the loss of my trust in you,    i don't think it'd do any good.    if love existed it wouldn't be so soft and easy to ruin.