As u sit there
I am forced 2 stare
y do u want to take your life
y do u want me to take mine
what is all this despite
have our lives really come to this?
R we really gonna commit suicide?
were to young to die.
but when we first met we always said
friends forever even when were dead
we stuck together through everything
our lives have become such a mess
that we sit here in distress
thinking about should we do this or should we not?
u slowly start to slit your wrists n the blood slowly starts to pour
i can`t bear to see this anymore
I take my knife n slowly slit my wrists
i can`t believe were actually gonna go through with this.
but were friends forever n thats what it means
your gonna die
well then so am I
the blood pours faster and faster
as the knives go deeper and deeper into the veins
we sit there crying
wondering will anyone miss us
will anyone care?
No they wont nobody loves us nobody cares
now our hearts are dead
soon it will make a resurrection
once the wounds are healed and were loved for real
a type of love only we can feel.
life was bad but now were better off
and glad that were no longer dissed
we were only wished
to suicide
