Open Court
Short of breath...

Hand on the trigger
Nows the time...

Suicide...
It's just weakness in your eyes...

The stockings hung
by the chimney with care...

I'll think of you when my eyes are open,
and when they are shut...

Your promise was just a lie...
along with everyother time...

Drink away the pain
and watch me hit the floor...

This isn't the first time it all fell apart
I'm left here with a broken heart...

Here's my story...
The lines un-rhymed and the truth Untold...

How could I still love you
when all i hear from you are lies...

His lips soft and pale
He never should have told the tale...

You can slit my throat,
and apologize before its too late...