He's so incomplete and ready to die,
The blood soaks into her white skirt,
In her arms lay the man of her dreams,
Change of emotion let him believe she'd never be in love,
Everything was over and he decided theres nothing left to live for,
Broken and reckless he didn't care,
Pills, blood and rusty blades,
Its all the same,
The blur between existence and death,
Like the boarder crossing to be perfected,
Wake up and learn there isn't another side,
Just darkness and a frail chill hanging within in the air.
