Stick a needle in my eye,
and hope that I die.
Slit my wrist,
and feel all of the bliss.
While hanging from my neck,
do I look like ben affleck?
Bottle of pills, have an overdose,
if I live, maybe I'll go into a comatose.
If I aim the barrel at the back of my head,
will my brains be blown to the back of the shed?
If I dismember my own self,
will it be hard to kill someone else?
Now that the hard part is over,
is it going to be easy to kill your lover?
The exhibits are in his room,
and his blood is all over the tomb.
The evidence is plainly in clear site,
yet no one can see me ignite.
The fire builds within,
inside of me, here within. |
