Its 2:30 am
I am sitting in my room
candles lit, making the room dim,
in my mind, im thinking what I should
have engraved, on the stone for my tomb.
As you can see, from my words of the first few,
I am not feeling at my best
because tonight, I stayed up, thinking about you.
The Lord has put me to the test;
in my hands tonight
he placed that long sharp and shinny knife.
I was weak
as you can see on my wrist
I left a bloody streak.
I thought I was over you
but I glanced at the clock,
I havnt stopped my tears,
and Ive been crying for hours of two.
Your always on my mind
even when im holding my boo
Ive often prayed to be blessed enough to be blind,
because even when I close my eyes
I am only able to see you.
So I am tired of living my life
either without you or wanting you
so tonight I pick up my knife
