Knives and Razorblades

Some new things, few funny stories
A lot of brand new friends, and no one love
Knives and razorblades living with my skin
Steps marking my grass, another tea cup
I bled again, another hole on the heart
Bandaids and silvertapes sharing my sin

Trying to make you notice
Waiting to make you notice
Crying to make you notice me

Flesh isn´t enough, i need the bones
Dinners will never be the same, i admit
Even you insist to keep me in mind
Maybe it´s time to forget certain doubts
And go to that floor, where the life goes on
Be just ourselves, and leave everything behind

And trying to make you notice
Waiting to make you notice
Crying to make you notice me

Would i? how could i?