Post by rsautter on Jun 18, 2004 14:27:39 GMT -5
I'm so broken up inside,
All my misery is well spent,
On all these thoughts of suicide.
I'd put the gun to my head,
Even if I had just one moment at your expence,
I'd still pull the trigger, enough said.
Once again blood would stain my bedroom walls,
Make sure the door was locked,
So this time it would be to late to make a call.
I'd be able to feel the presure, blissful pain
Sliding throught my flesh, and watch the blood trickle
Down my arm, as the last of life slipped away,
Puddling beneath me on the cold foor.
Never quiting while Im ahead,
Taking a few pills,
Trying to clear these thoughts from my head.
All my misery is well spent,
On all these thoughts of suicide.
I'd put the gun to my head,
Even if I had just one moment at your expence,
I'd still pull the trigger, enough said.
Once again blood would stain my bedroom walls,
Make sure the door was locked,
So this time it would be to late to make a call.
I'd be able to feel the presure, blissful pain
Sliding throught my flesh, and watch the blood trickle
Down my arm, as the last of life slipped away,
Puddling beneath me on the cold foor.
Never quiting while Im ahead,
Taking a few pills,
Trying to clear these thoughts from my head.
