Her Hands Are Covered In Crimson
While Trying To Keep The Blade In Place
Her Wrists Are Gushing Out Blood
And The Rope Is Hung Around Her Neck With Disgrace
This Is For The Guy Who Hurt Her
Tore Her Apart Like She Had No Heart
But Her Every Heartbeat Would Continue To Say
Just How She Couldn't Let Him Get Away
Her Eyes Are Pouring Out The Tears
She Can't See The Pool Of Red On The Floor
If She Did, She Still Wouldn't Care
She Needs To Make Pain For Herself
She's Screaming For More
Everything Was Good At First
He Was A Gentleman, Caring And Sweet
They Were The "Perfect Couple"
But Even Perfect Has Its Limit
The Room Is Starting To Go Black
She Painfully Let's The Knife Go
She Tightens The Rope On Her Neck
And Now... Well, I Bet You Know
Then The Fights Started Happening
His Laugh As She Would Run Away Crying
Why Did He Pretend To Love Her The Way He Did?
How Could She Not See Through All The Lying?
Now Her Hands Are Lifeless And White
Her Eyes Are Closed, Never To Open Again
Her Body Is Mangled With Cuts And Bruises
Pushed To The Limit Until It Reached Its End
You Won't See The Guy Give A Damn
He Doesn't Care That She Chose To Die
See What Unrequited Love Has Done?
It Makes This A Poem About Love's Suicide
