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by BlEeDiNg FoR tHe OnE i LoVe Mar 31, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I'm walking down the hall Cold floor on my bare feet My heart is racing so fast Can literally hear it beat I grasp it tighter in my hand As I get closer to the door I've been pushed for the last time I can't take it any more Standing in the doorway Watching as she sleeps Once she's gone, I'll be fine Won't waste any time to weep I slowly approach the bed Looking forward to this part When the gun goes off It'll only be the start Start of no betrayals Disappointments and lies No more feel it's not enough Or no reason to try You were supposed to be supportive Not supposed to lie Because you wouldn't stop Now you have to die.