At night i cry

I hear the phone ring
i open my eyes
is ****** calling
what a surprise
i pick up the phone
and answer hello
he is down the street
such a destructible fellow
my eyes are aching
they are so sore
he wants me to see him
i cant stand this no more
i hang up the phone
and fall back asleep
he calls me back
starting to weep
i tell him too leave me
let me be
this shouldn't be happening
cant he see
I'm still a young girl
living my life
i don't need this
wheres the knife
i finally give in
as i get out of bed
walking to wards the door
bad images in my head
I'm on the road
step by step
I'm getting closer
to the edge
i stand by him
he grabs my hair
i grab his fist
he doesn't care
i hold the knife
to my head
say goodbye and that your sorry
cos now I'm dead..