Of spoken words will never describe
what you've done eternally inside.
my blood is running thin.
arms being stripped,
the thought of you is causing my heart to be ripped.
you dont care...
you sit and watch me die;
just standing there,
giving me your pathetic lies.
please just let me be,
leave right now, go lock the door.
and throw away the key.
listen to yourself,
and go your own way...
don't ever return, and then ill say...
thanks for the pain,
thanks for the sorrow,
thanks for the blood...
but ill assure you ill make it till tomorrow!
