• I close the door. Turn on the fan.
    To drain out the voice that i cant stand.

    Close my eyes, Take the drugs
    Grab the sissors and start to cut.

    She opens the door and what does she see,
    Blood on the floor, her staring at you you watching your feet.

    She says shes so sorry, you know its a lie.
    But get up and hug her and say your alright.

    History repeats itself. All the time.