Just let the music play
my sweet drops of crimson
slowly falling to the carpet
where they will stay.
Days have gone by
I don't know what to think,
what to feel, how to heal,
thinking its maybe time to die.
I love everyone around me,
but they never showed anything
except when I was sitting in that hospital bed
and suddenly, death is the new theme.
Maybe if you'd noticed this wouldn't have to happen,
maybe we could all move on,
pretend to be happy living our lives of lies
but my fingers just keep on tappin'
So here it goes
this is the end
if you love me at all
save me before it blows.
