I told you not to **** yourself
What a hypocrite I am
With the blade behind my back
I wait 'til yours is turned
To open up my veins.


Blood flows like the tears I shed
While I told you nothing is ever bad enough
To warrant a knife
Or a bottle of pills
What a fool I must seem.


The look on your face stings worse than the blade
At least the latter was a clean cut
The former is as jagged as the rocks below
I stare at them as I mumble more lies
Into your waiting ears.


Betrayal so bitter, so sweet, so sincere
You pat my head as I drift to sleep
God grants me one last dream
And I spend it on you
So we may have a little more time before I go.


You ask me if it's too late to call and I smile at your naiveté
You knew not what you wanted
When you told me you wished for death I embraced what you feared
I sacrificed myself so you may find
Your desire to live through your grief.

I love you...