Put the rasor to your wrists, say i loved you cut the metel down fast and hard, close your eyes and sing your death song. |
OxoxoxYOUxoxoxSAIDxoxoxoYouxoxo |
I long till the next time i can feel the relif of that cold metal agnsted my wrist. |
You are going to hell for lying |
You are going to hell for lying |
Hate |
The tears fall down her face just like the rain outside of her windo |