Hang me up in a bathroom stall,
Bash my head into a red brick wall,
Live through the night
With all your might,
Then as it turns to day,
Solemnly say:
"One more day of one more life,
There should not be much more use for my knife."
But what happens in fact,
when something goes out of wack?
When somehting in your head
Says that your better off dead?
When you start to believe their lies,
I think its better off you die...
Smash your body into the ground,
Drown in all the metallic sound,
Cut your body with a blade,
and just see what youve made,
A pool of crimsion tears
And you try to hide your fears.
That was made from one distorted reflection,
Of all those tainted recollections.
You look at your knife and say to it,
You and me, lets do just one more hit.
Then you fall to the harsh metal floor,
Where your blood begins to pour.
 6ShotRevolver · Sat May 20, 2006 @ 05:20pm · 3 Comments |
