Coming to the shallow end...

Take the knife out of the droor
keep slicing away
chosing to get a bigger knife
hoping it will take all the pain away

the fact i cant have the one i love
i have to accept the fact...
id rather be high up above..
looking down without a frown...

i will bleed tonight for love
aslong as i end up above
ill jump without a doubt

follow my bloody trail..
i shall not fail..
i cannot..
i will not ...

- goodbye -