How did i get here?
what have i done?
every things black & I've had no fun
my arm hurts like Never before
its a pain i can't ignore
but yet it makes me feel a little better inside
who would thought my knife & wrist would collide?
but they did & I'm alone
my hearts no more than a stone
theres blood all over the place
since you rubbed the fact you'd moved on in my face..
so i took that knife & tore my skin apart
& on my grave it will say......
DIED OF A BROKEN HEART
