I See You Laying In the Floor Beaten And Bruised.
I See Myself Watching You Die Slowly.
The Bloody Knife,Clutched Tightly In Your Palms.
I Struggle As I Try To Wriggle It Away From Wriggle It Away From Your Grasp.
So Depressed And Suicidal,I Take The Blood Covered Knife,And Go To The Attic,And Start To Cut Myself,Smaller Inscions Increasingly Becoming Larger Ones.
My Hands And Arms Are Drenched In Blood.
Take Another Shot Of Whiskey,Staring At The Floor.
Cant Wonder Why You Dont Love,We Have Had Bigger Fights Long Before.
And I Wonder Have I Lost My Mind?
Im Not Sure But Its About Damn Time,To End This Miserable Hell.
Write On the Wall,With My Bloody Body,"Dont Follow Me,Dont Do Like Me."
Finished The Bottle Of "Evan Williams,Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey."
Slowly Walk Outside,Watch you Lay There And Die,Starting To Cry,Ive Been Through This So Many Times Before.
Took Some Pills,Didnt Know What They Were,And I Wonder Will I Dine Tonight.
Thinking About You,Makes Me End It Tonight.
Slowly Rising The Knife To My Chest,I Hear Footsteps And See You Crawling Towards,Covered In Blood,Smiling At Me.
Stab The Knife To My Chest And Fall Right Down To The Floor.
Thought You Wouldnt Look,Guess I Was Wrong.
Not The First Time Before.
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