I canВґt deny
The way
Your fingers make my body shiver
And that i almost did surrender
To what was easy
In a way
But i know itВґs all over
ItВґs the last page of the book
Вґcause youВґre the knife
That cuts my wrist
The open sore
To where i drift
And itВґs the price
For being weak
And itВґs the price
But i know itВґs all over
ItВґs the last page of the book
But i wounВґt go
And i wounВґt cry
Вґcause youВґll be gone
When i arrive
And if the clouds
Covers the sky
Then let it happen