Everything Is In Your Hands کے بول

Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head I can't handle anymore, phone calls telling me another friend is dead And I miss your laugh and I miss your smile It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while but you're gone I will never be able to ask how you’ve been Or where you are or how could I lose another friend? I tried to destroy me too Hell only knows what I’ve been through So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed And I promised when I’m older, I wouldn’t forget How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again Your death hangs over my every move Everything is a constant reminder of you So you haunt me, so that I can, so that I can haunt you too I can haunt you too if you want me to