I hate that you died,
it's all my fault...

You told me I ignored you,
when we were together today...

Why is it me,
to put up with this...

Pick up a knife,
slit my wrist...

The blood surrounds me,
I swim in it's pools...

The grout spread throughout me,
the walls they speak...

Why'd you tell them all those things?
About me and you and perverted schemes...

No longer can I,
hold onto my life...

Please forgive me,
for that last drink of wine...

I love the feeling of the knife,
as it glides through my skin...

Why are you going out with her,
when she just cheated on you...

I bask among the murky waters,
deep inside my soul...