Well, i guess I'm gone
And your reading this...
I cry these lonely tears
that no one else can see...
Drawing, upon drawing ill draw
My arm as paper, a blade as lead...
This is for you my friend
you saw the cuts all over my wrists...
I had enough i could not take this anymore.
i had to go everything was getting worse...
Ebony streaks, straight, brilliant hair
Concealed ropes wave and braid her soul...
I promised myself just one drink.
I didn't know it would escalade...
Play with razors,
play with knifes...
Dressed in black
drenched in red...
She seems like a ordinary girl, nothing looks...
I'm sick of all the b*******, I see I'm no good...
*Hit* Swollen Lip.
*Smack* Black Eye...