There you lie on the floor
Repeating the memory of him going out the door
You say you're broken, too weak to talk
To anyone, you've become like a rock.
Those memories still taunt you
The painful and the sad
They make you cry every night
Seeing that makes me glad.
I know a way to cheer you up
Listen clearly, you will see...
Get a razor blade, and lock yourself up in your room
So people will let you be
Turn on some dark music
Roll up your sleeves
Get angry at all that has happened
Bring back dark memories
Mount the blade right at your wrist
Slowly cut them open
All your anger seems to flow away
Along with your depression
You lie there on the floor
The carpet has turned blood red
I walk through the door and see your beautiful face
And in an instant I know you're dead
I stand up and give you a smirk
See you in hell, my darling.
I will wait for my new Queen
And you will wait for your new King
Here I lie on the floor...
Watching Satan walk out the door
I am broken, and too weak to talk
I've become as dead as a rock...
