Apr 06, 2004 18:10
i am hoping you heard the door close,
hoping you would get up and stop me,
of course, i was too subtle,
where to now...
How about that bus,
perhaps a plane,
and fly away with myself,
but i have no money.
Is this blade good enough,
mother, am i dead yet,
hurry up, im late,
for ym terrible fate.
I know, its hard,
but what am i to do,
I will not suffer forever...
where the hell did it all go.
I could have bought a ticket out of here,
but now im stuck with a mask.
im under the blanket if you need me,
and i hope you do