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by anna Jun 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
You say your sorry, but on your face, there's no line of worry, i'll tell you how i feel Put this gun to my head, I'll blow away these fragments of my skull Doesn't matter since I'm already dead, I bet no one would even notice That I'm not there next week, remember me when i gone Better yet, forget my face, go\d da\mit speak! show me that you love me, Save me before i become distressed, hold my hand instead of pushing me down, if only we could share one more kiss fu\ck, dead ill be smiling and safe please beofe i go just show me save me, please im scared now beacuse i truly know you dont love me, ill pull this trigger and give this bullet a bloodly kiss my love was nothing more than joke just like my death, it will never me missed