Pondering on thoughts of you, wondering if were going to make it through.
Wanting to know your every though, wanting to hear the things you havent said
Wanting to know if everything is alright or if were just going to end up in another fight.
Wishing things that wont come true, trying my hardest to find a reason not to love you.
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you.
Wishing, hoping, and wanting things that seem untrue.
Trying not to cry, and trying to not pick up the knife, that may take my life.
All I ever really did was love, but yet you felt the words I spoke were untrue.
Staying up late night thinking of you.
Spending my days lost in thoughts of you.
How it can it be that this thing called love is something to make you happy,
When all it ever does is make we want to die and pick up the knife.
Why is that I dont learn from my mistakes, and figure out that love is not the way.
I cant escape my tragic life through love but maybe through a knife.
I dont if Im alive, not even the blood dripping down my arm can prove it.
I feel to dead inside, I hate life and that will never change.
I feel like a prisoner trapped in this broken world with nothing to live for.
Not even you can make me stay anymore.
The blood that is shown can prove that I love you; Im taking my life for you.
Once Im gone I know youll be ok, youll find someone better and wont we stopped to
Find your true happiness because of me.
Please just know that every word I spoke to you was true and I always was faithful.
Even though you werent
Im just better off on my own
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