This is the last thing in my book
Full of no empty pages
Just of what I lived though
And explaing why and how I died.
I shut the book a letter at the back.
I kiss the label on the front and set it to rest.
I take my knife and cut a bit.
Drops of blood to make it right.
I feel my blood rush out as my knife is pulled across.
I drop the blade
And scream inside but you dont even know my name
So I fall to the ground and die
Right before your eyes
But you would never know
Cause I never was alive
So here is my good bye
Written on that note.
I dont think you will be able to read it
Then maybe you will know my name
SO as you put me to rest in my grave
On the front of that big stone it should say
To the girl we never knew
And never wanted to know
