I don't know.

The phone in one hand,
a razor in the next.

Crimson red overflows,
leaving stains on my pillows.

You say you love me and I laugh,
as I evaperate in a blood bath.

I lost the love and gained the pain,
blood acts like a day of rain.

Summer wishes have come and gone,
happy now that you've won?

This is shit, I want you back.
My life is heck. Or the lack...

If you want it, it will never be.
Just look back at you and me.

The razor is slipping onto my skin.
I can't take it, I can't win.

You screwed me over, now it's over.