THE LAST TIME

by Bree   Aug 30, 2007


Ever had no where to turn?
No where to go?
The pain in your heart,
So deep, so slow?

Water hot in the bath,
You sit all night and cry?
Music sad just like you,
Contemplating when to die?

You go to bed,
The knife goes to,
Scars and blood,
Always get the better of you,

This is the last time,
That this will become,
That was the last time,
I swear, the last one.

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