I was told not to wish for what is wrong
Cause it could come true
So I only wished
To love you.
But you tore my heart out
And threw it high.
Stabbed me and slapped me
And told me to die.
So now I’m on the floor
Crying
Wishing I was dead
The bathroom floor is turning red.
I bite my lip and close my eyes
Slit another cut in my thigh.
I cut too deep and now I’ll pay
Death is on it’s way.
