Thinking of the memories, all the time we spent.
Tears creeping to my face, words you never meant.
Sitting on the bathroom floor.
Thinking what could hurt me more.
Thoughts of you or the cutting blade.
Then i knew my choice was made.
Tears quickly fall from my eyes.
The thought of him, i want to die.
I blast the music to cover screams.
I'm out of body, the blade it gleams.
The walls surround me turning black.
Sudden regret, could i go back?
Hoping someone finds me breathing.
Puddles around me, badly bleeding.
Please don't let it be to late.
Memories, they're not MY FATE.
No ones here to help me tonight.
As i lay here and fight for life.
My eyes open to a bright white light.
I leer across, nothing in site.
Then something drills into my head.
I look around, I'm already dead.
