My blue eyed suicide

On the last day I'll pick up tomorrows questions
And lay down yesterdays answers
I'll sit and listen to the beat in your never ending denial
And analyse every-word you ever said

Lastnight you lined it deeper than you should
Too deep to line when you're so alone, just like you were
But the night kept quiet Dolly, and I don't pray that you won't reattempt the flight.
So while I'm squashed against the corner, and, forever this faceless, I can beg of you to just cry my blood.

I'm grey, disillusioned, I think I can call it bruised, so in love with a traitor but I am always needing you
Heading off the edges, I want to protect the game, if only we could save this, as I'm so un-ware as your carving those rhythms on your wrist.
It's sick it's alone, its death not with you... kick me under 5 halves of this and you'll still here me screaming in vain.

I'll shake to over analyse your picture
And pick apart this face.
On the last day I'll pick up tomorrows questions
And lay down yesterday's answers
I'll sit and listen to the beat in your never ending denial
And analyse every-word you ever said

So just leave your presence in the hall
If you will not leave me
And let your memory be ever-so-twisted
Played upon a wrist with such delacy..That the scar can never be removed.
Because, right now im squashed up in a corner, where I got kicked where I got left
I can beg you now to just cry my blood, just cry it all for me, Dolly.

Don't let my disappearance linger, for I want you to be the one to find me here
There will be red, oh so much of it
In peoples eyes and also spilling from within me-
From such a typical blue eyed suicide
From just begging to be let free.