Creating Fine lines Between Hatred and Perfection Not enough for the world Screaming for the end to end it all Wishing for the worst at every moment Lost words still remain to be found Empty breaths remain to be filled Your presence still remains unspoken for The words to my life are lost As to the keys to my locked shattered soul No one can save me No one tried When will the world end to end this all Trying to find a cure for this ill Thorns into my heart could only cure this Pain in my soul could only diminish thee Taken for granted that knife that lay over there For if I pick it up, It could all be over All the pain and hurt All the rejection throughout the years And yet when I think about it there's only one person I live for The one that cared the one that tried the one that told me so And that one person is you