With my stare

I'm sitting here in this chair
with some what of a blank stare

there is a knife in my hand
as I listen to your favorite band

there's blood on the floor
but no one at the door

there's a tear dripping down my face
without any grace

when i did this
i was really pissed

now I'm sitting here in this chair
with just a stare

I have a picture in my hand
it was us smiling and playing in the sand

I remember that day very well
that was the day my mom gave us hell

I'm sitting in this chair
with no more of a stare