"If I slit my wrist to let the flame within bleed .
Would you make a turniquet so death can't impeade .
Would you kiss my picture for good moments that I leave .
Would your heart be my home with a lawn free of leaves .
Would you let me be your angel guardian ? .
And in turn ease my pain before it starts again .
If I could not give you the world and let it's beauty immerse .
Why teach you what I know when I can teach you to coherse .
Is it the "nice guy " type who do their thing , not suffice .
Or do you like abuse with a thug in your life .
All the things I've said I would do to keep alive the flame .
But the question remains , wou