Every verse that I wrote,
Every note that I sang,
It was all just another way of numbing the pain.
Every scar that's on this body,
Every cut that's soon to come,
It was all just so could have a little fun?
So I'll break out some fresh ink,
And write you one more page,
As you fade away and disapear in the haze.
My mind is gone,
My body is weak,
But I guess that's what happens when you haven't slept for a week.
Your face is haunting me,
It's my dreams.
Nightmares become reality, so it seems.
The ticking clock,
It's laughing at me.
With each and every second I just with you could see,
How ******** up I am now,
And just what it is that you've done to me.
Another cut,
Another line.
I'll make it neat,
I'll take my time,
To make this heart and arm look one in the same.
I wonder how much blood it will take to spell your name?
When this story's over,
Where will you be?
Dead and burried,
To rest in peace?
Is Anne Marie's time up?
Will this fiction meet it's fate?
Will you take the journey through love and hate?
The letter unreplied,
Sealed with it was my heart,
My soul and everything more.
It hurts to think of what I wanted you to be,
My everything.
But, Nikki, I don't care anymore.
Nikki, you're dead to me.
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