There's not much left to say,
You left me here to pay.
You stand over me, pure evil in your eyes.
With a knife in your hand,
you throw it to my chest.
I scream in pain,
you smile with pleasure.
As I lay here dying,
i think to myself,
If only I said that I love you,
I wouldn't be here right now.
I start to go cold,
my lips are turning blue.
You sit there watching me die.
For now the rest is unwritten.
