You told me I was gonna lose you,

So I didn’t know what else I could do. . .

I took the knife over my wrist,

Closed my eyes and made a fist.

Tried to cut deeper than deep,

So this pain I wouldn’t have to keep.

It all came out in a different form,

I see it and my emotions start to swarm.

My mind reflects the times we shared,

How much we loved, how much we cared.

Now I’m at the point where I can’t help but cry,

Just counting down the seconds ‘til I die.

I’m past the point of pretending,

Because life without you isn’t worth living.

 
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