you left me here
all alone
sitting with a tear
dripping down my cheek
just dont speak
you left me here
and now im dead and weak
to me you were my life
but now i sit here with this knife
dead and alone
i should've known
i should've listened to what they said
i should've just sat there and bled
but i didnt
and now im suffering
suffering
suffering
and now we're growing apart
i tried to leave you
but you wouldn't let me
now, can't you see?
just leave me be
and i will leave this place
forever
and everything will be alright
this knife is all i have left
when i cut open my veins
everything will be gone
including my pains
so now after i take my life
everything will be alright
and we can both sleep again...
...forever
I wrote that during social studies today.. it's not too good, I know, but... I don't know..
suggestions..?
any idea for a name..?