You work with a powerless handmade heart, in which you let me conceive from the start, dismantled words that were never set free, here's my chance for you to be me, now tighten that noose we are about to ride, these feelings inside I can no longer hide, true emotions that tend to spill, until I drown in my soul, and prey my ****, like a plan gone bad with no excuse, my labor adds up but there is no use, nothing to win and nothing to lose, my entire life with you I had no clue, open your mind and stop and think, that what you've done has made you sink, to the backend of the ocean where no one swims, I see you float with broken limbs, poison control is my title, my name tag reads "strictly suicidal", with God as my witness and satan as your idle, your breathe will stop at your next trial.....