Midnight scars, Carpet stains. |
Slit My Wrist. Hope To Die. Leave A Letter.Saying Goodbye.Dont Be Surprised. If Im Not Around. Im Most Likely. Six Feet Underground. |
So take this knife and cut my wrists?. |
How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad. To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all, is better than the life that you had. How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go. How do you get that lonely, and nobody knows. |
After A Year Of Therapy, My Psychiatrist Said To Me... |
With my final breath I'll whisper your name so with every breath you ever take you'll whisper mine and remember you're the reason I'm gone |
You say she's strong |
If i could just see you one more time i would take a picture, so it would last forever. if i could touch you, one last time, i would touch your lips. if i could just say 1 thing to you, one more time, id say i love you and never forget it |
She slowly slits her wrist |
On the outside I'm laughing, on the inside I'm crying. There's nothing to live for, I'm slowly dying. |