The sick thing is,
i don't even remember why..
why i always wish and hope to die.
why i sit all alone in my room and cry.
why do i even take the time to try?
to try to impress you..
to look good in your eyes?
Why do my make up?
Why put up my hair?
its not like tomorrow your going to start to care...
i remember every moment,
i can taste your sweet kiss on my lips.
but Ive been without u so long...
its faded..
please refresh my memory..
relieve me of my pains.
fix the scabs along my wrist,
take off these heartbroken chains
i close my eyes..
i see your familiar face,
it takes me away to a better place.
i watch you get closer as you take the sin from my lips...
again I'm lost in sorrow,
in my fake reality i see you,
but all i can taste is this gun.
