Here!   Kill me with this knife instead.   It's rusted and dull.   I'm sure you can't miss, slice it on my wrist just once.    That's all it will take, Because I'm weaker than the day you walked away    Now take this salt and shove it in my wound.    And remind me what it's like to feel again.    I'm dying and tomorrows just to late.       Are you coming back? Are you coming back?    After all has been said and done?    Will you show your face at my grave?    Will you bring flowers to my end?       Now! All alone in this box, It's dark and I'm sure    the thought of you is on my mind, so I..    Will float above you with this pale look on my face!    I will stay so close yet far away    I'll watch you live your life, with a smile on your face.       Are you coming back? Are you coming back?    After all has been said and done?    Will you show your face at my grave?    Will you bring flowers to my end?