He is my life,
and without him,
I die a little each day.
I need to die,
sometime this week,
no more broken hearts,
no more time to weep,
and I look at the blood on my arms,
and I feel the tears in my eyes,
and I clutch the bloddy knife,
and fell the rage building inside,
and I look at the picture that you left,
for me to stare at and cry,
and I feel like shit,
I just want to die.... |