When I die ill wait for you in heavon
don't cry ill be look down at chu twenty four seven
but as I looked down all I could see
is you faking a smile missing me
every night you sit and cry
looking up asking why
why I had to die
why couldn't I hold on to put a smile on your face
and I left chu in a lonely place
mascara leavening stains upon your skin
the marks slide down and drip of Ur chin
and it splatters on the floor
but why are you crying for
u cut your arms all most every night
you grab the blade you don't put up a fight
because you no you cant take it
u only smile when u fake it
I'm sorry for making these tears
making you cry out all your fears
but I'm just praying that you can resist
the erge of going lower and cutting your wrist
