blood on our hands
knife in the draw
i'm trying to leave
but you want more
you want
me to be dead
falling to the floor
trying to breath
but not making a sound at all.

you want me in a coffin
not moving, breathing, talking or screaming.
you wanna see me go six feet under
and thought it's stealing your thunder
you stand there and watch as i go.

you want my face out of your mind
but there's no other place to go.
you want to stop hearing me scream your name
well what was you aim then?

soon i'll be out of sight
there fore my flight is almost over.
my last words to you were 'what the **** *****? are you sober?'
but now i wanna change it 'thank you for making the suffering end.'