I cried myself to sleep again, just like I always do,
I cried myself to sleep last night, lost in my thoughts of you.
You could of told me of how you didn't want to live anymore,
you didn't have to let the blood from your wrists continually pour!
Now it's me that wishes I had died,
instead of you committing suicide...
Maybe I'll be the one to die now in this eerie light,
and maybe, just maybe, I won't have to cry myself to sleep tonight...
