Don't pick up the knife is what i hear in my head...something is telling me to...hurry get it its underneath my bed....
its an echo of loud pain going through my mind...knowing i am running outta time.
running outta time to come see you...why did you have to leave, so now i take my life to be with you so i can finally breathe.
my body is shaking so bad I'm scared to see you again but i have to do this..i have to see your face, look into your eyes, see your smile one more time.
its like your telling me not to do this to myself but i keep thinking everything will be okay when i get this done and over with because ill be with you, before you died our love was so true.
with me missing your lips touch against mine, missing looking into your eyes so filled with love when you looked at me is too unbearable for me not to do this.
i mean you were my first kiss, my first real boyfriend....and now your not here by my side, i cant talk to you and talk about your drug problems and ask why.
thats all i want to know...if you loved your life so and loved me so much how could you do this to yourself....how?
i guess i cant torture myself for your mistake anymore, i have to let it go and just think that you are fine....i guess its time to say goodbye.
