Tonight
Tonight, I'm going to be brave,
There is no one to save me,
From the pain,
What a shame,
Am I going insane!?!
What will I feel after that first stroke?
Will I choke?
Or will I just soak blood?
Will I fall in the mud?
My confusion and pain is beggining to bud.
As the knife slits my wrist,
My heart will twist,
As I sink into a mist.
Who will save me?
From this pain,
I crane my neck as you go by,
And I sigh,
I ask myself over and over again,
Why?
I am sober,
I do not drink,
But take my hand beforeI sink.
For tonight,
That little sharp knife,
Is here to torment me.
Will you pray that I might be saved,
TONIGHT
Faith Crowe
5-26-08
Tonight, I'm going to be brave,
There is no one to save me,
From the pain,
What a shame,
Am I going insane!?!
What will I feel after that first stroke?
Will I choke?
Or will I just soak blood?
Will I fall in the mud?
My confusion and pain is beggining to bud.
As the knife slits my wrist,
My heart will twist,
As I sink into a mist.
Who will save me?
From this pain,
I crane my neck as you go by,
And I sigh,
I ask myself over and over again,
Why?
I am sober,
I do not drink,
But take my hand beforeI sink.
For tonight,
That little sharp knife,
Is here to torment me.
Will you pray that I might be saved,
TONIGHT
Faith Crowe
5-26-08
