This time,
i know where to climb,
You have broke me,
just like a wasp kills a bee.
I thought you were something,
until you said i meant nothing,
I thought you loved me,
but i guess it was something to make *you* free.
You left me,
just like that,
You said You hate me,
but i disagree.
You made me fall,
from the wall,
i will hang.
I wrote you this letter,
that was better,
than just words.
I threw it down,
and i threw it around.
I took this plate,
and i broke it.
I took the biggest one,
cut my thumb,
and the blood that spilled,
was for the words that killed.
The letter was in blood,
just like a pile of mud,
and then i knew it was my turn to die,
because of those lies.
I hate you, you said,
remembering what was dread,
all the blood that shed,
was now red.
I took the sharp piece,
stuck it through my chest,
i wanted to test,
my strength,
so i put in further in length.
I knew i was gone,
when the world withdrawn.
All this blood for you,
because from this ill hope you see whats true,
that my love for you,
was always true.
Now that I'm lying on the floor,
blood dripping from every door,
I begin to understand,
that all this was planned.
Here i go,
with the blood that will flow,
I will go to were i will be happy,
not unhappy.
My room is now in blood,
which will flood,
I am leaving now,
so please let me vow,
I'm letting you be happy,
from one last time,
Please remember me,
when your falling on your knee.
Here i drift,
i feel to be lifting in the air,
with my last tear.
I am without any doubt,
that what I'm about,
to feel is free.
So please read the letter,
and know that I'm there,
waiting for that sorry,
and those tears that were meant to shed.
