Why are there tears,
When I look at your face,
Why do I cry,
When I see this place.
Why can't I realize,
The pain is not real,
Why can't you notice,
The mask that will ****
What happens when,
I hate my own life,
Where'd it go wrong,
That I had to use this knife.
As I feel the blood,
Fall down my arm,
I know the knife,
Has done it's harm.
I feel the warmth,
I feel the pain,
I see your tears,
They are in vain.
I'm here on the floor,
In a puddle of blood,
I see you coming,
Your covered in mud.
It must be raining,
Your soaking wet,
I feel my heart,
Die in one last breath.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 3:54 PM UTC
Why are there tears,
When I look at your face,
Why do I cry,
When I see this place.
Why can't I realize,
The pain is not real,
Why can't you notice,
The mask that will ****
What happens when,
I hate my own life,
Where'd it go wrong,
That I had to use this knife.
As I feel the blood,
Fall down my arm,
I know the knife,
Has done it's harm.
I feel the warmth,
I feel the pain,
I see your tears,
They are in vain.
I'm here on the floor,
In a puddle of blood,
I see you coming,
Your covered in mud.
It must be raining,
Your soaking wet,
I feel my heart,
Die in one last breath.