Well its only 7:30 but im tierd,
Im about to pass out on my bead...

When we die our blood stops,
And our skin gets white and cold...

I look into your eyes
my heart screams to you...

I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you say geez...

I see you standing there,
Staring At me staring at you...

Your fist on my skin,
Your hand on my head...

Held you to close,
Now im letting go...