Cut my wrists,
As deep as you can,
Leave me in the floor to bleed,
While the blood puddles around me.
The pain of the cuts,
Is nothing to the pain of your voice,
You cut me like paper,
Liking every little clip.
Well not anymore,
I got my turn at the scissors,
I took my change and scored,
Hope you like cleaning the mess.
My heart is weakening,
I bet you love this show,
Watching life drain out of me,
Well this is it.
So like this last show you recieve,
Goodbye the one I loved,
Atleast I thought I loved you,
But I was wrong.
Goodbye.....
