Maybe just a scratch
Maybe just a cut
Maybe just a ****
Wow,ok, that's a lot of blood
Tears burn my eyes
The blood continues to flow
Maybe write a letter
How about a note
Death starts to linger
Mr.grim wears his coat
Maybe say I love you
It's totally not your fault
I was just a burden
The clipping of your wings
I'm no longer a burden
I've gained my own wings
Now I'm in heaven
Or as you call it hell
Heaven is a lie
I wish I was there to tell