I've been stabbed eighteen times in the back and the chest.
I am bleeding to death, but at least you said sorry.
I wonder now how I'm gonna survive
In a pool of my blood, but there's no need to worry.
God has a plan for everyone's life.
What kind of plan is this? To lose and to lose.
Well, I guess I can understand how
With so many plans some are prone to abuse.
For once, I thought I might just succeed;
But that's not for me. Failure is free.
What price can you place on this pain that I feel?
This pain is so real. The price of the kill.
When I close my eyes, I will dream of your face.
One last embrace; your blue eyes upon me.
One final tear trickling down -
A splash on the ground. Life is behind me.
I have learned to curse and forget.
A bottomless pit, because I'm all I have.
We all care about just ourselves
Or our Heavens and Hells; We're killing blindly.
This world is nothing to me -
Filled with deceit. Whose fault is that?
Let go.
It's wearing you down; turning that smirk into a frown.
I don't see the point of this life.
To live and to die; I'll die by the knife.
Happiness is all in your head
Along with the dead. Never forget.
