Love's Suicide

As i sit here alone wishing
i should have did this some time before
just should have picked up the knife
before this all became a war...

the complications life throws
things just get worse day by day
no matter how hard we try
we can never make the pain go away

no one knows what path
they've secretly chosen to take
no matter where you turn
you always make a million mistakes

choosing who you truly love
the ones you should care for
or how about the ones
that you will always truly adore?

why must we try to move on
why do we have to pretend
that being away from you
will make the pain end

i have always had my pick
the pretty black knife
it's the one i love most
the one I'll use to end my life

my crimson red blood
you'll walk in and find
i couldn't take it any longer
i had to get you out of my mind...