Trapped inside of his He can look back at the word that she said Cigarette caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a task to the that she left
And everyday it's his feeling that him schitzofrentic Only of killing, not anyone else but himself And the why that she left him Pacing and forth in his head answering questions
Pain, the thing he has left is his pain His inside have never felt insane the blood drips from his veins All can his pain
And I can see you now, you don't me now I feel my beat now, it's killing me And I tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me that you could take away this pain
Now reading the letter last minute she for him But he deserved way better, fuck it Pulled out the knife and to slice All feelings of being sad were lost when he stopped his
And he can it again His effected everyone by killing his friends Memories of past memories him insane And made him do the he regretted at the end of the day
Pain, the only thing he has left is his His inside have never felt insane the blood drips from his veins All can his pain
And the blood drips his veins And the blood from his veins
And I can see you now, you don't me now I feel my beat now, it's killing me And I have to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me knowing that you could take away pain
I can't take this fucking