I want to know

That you're sleeping well tonight
I wish that all of your
Nightmares
Had already, gone.

'cause I know
That I can't sleep well
When the thought of you
Lying down on the ground
Surrounded by a puddle of blood
With a knife in your hand
And a cut through the other,
Is in my head, right, now.

I want to know
That you'll be there for me
Just like, I've been there, for you.

So how can you tell me?
That you'll leave here
To die alone,
And how can you
Cut yourself
And bleed there
To death

'cause I know
That I can't sleep well
When the thought of you
Lying down on the ground
Surrounded by a puddle of blood
With a knife in your hand
And a cut through the other,
Is in my head, right, now.