I don't feel alive,
In fact I'm almost positive I'm dead
You weren't there when I needed you;
It was your fault,
The scars you left.
Pieces of my heart you took
You saw it in my soul, crying;
You've seen my wrist bleeding.
I spend my days in hell my nights are surrounded with memories of you,
There's a little piece of me
That wants to tell you how much you meant to me;
How you've murdered me over and over again.
There's not enough of me left to save
I don't know if I'll ever find love
A love quite so perfect as you
Such a disappointing version of perfect.
Bruises in the shape of your finger tips,
It burns so bad;
The tears are dried.
Torn between my love for you,
And the deathning pain you've brought
I'm sure I saw you smile,
When I told you I wanted to die;
It wasn't the fact that I wanted to die that thrilled you.
It was because you know you caused me to think that way,
My hatred for you burns,
But still all I feel is lost love.
It kills so slowly?
You've held me captive;
Still you don't know how much I need you.
You where right I was wrong,
The game of life is crazy but death is so much more scary.
Emptiness fills the hunger.
I don't need you to punish me anymore,
I can punish myself;
All I need is a blade and a revolver.
You've murdered me over and over,
Now there's no question... I'm dead