Yet another development on the F Major idea. Despite earlier indications that I'd transpose this, it's still in F. At this point, it's likely to stay there. It's a bit of a strain on my low voice, but I can handle it. I decided to take the lyrics in a different direction, while still maintaining a few of the original lines.

"she ceased to exist quite some time ago
now she's just a word inside your head
repeated like a riddle with no answer
persisting like a joke that noone gets"
she is not a human being anymore
I may not admit it but I know you're right
she's just some self inflicted form of punishment
she is just my favorite rusty knife

And I've taken to thinking
my hands would melt if ever her I touched
and I've long since stopped dividing
the lines between my hatred and my love

and here I am with this gaping chest wound
a bloody trail of carnage in my wake
would you patch me up if I asked you to?
with your roll of 3M brand duct tape?
you are here and you are right in front of me
I'm the one one-thousand miles away
you could fix it all if I just let you
If I stopped killing myself I'd kill the pain