Jun 16, 2005 12:27
so little,so loud,is this murder,suicide
who cuts,who kills,whose killing me.i could,i could crush you,i could never.
you haunt me breathing-youd break me dead and id never even pray for it.
you only hurt the ones you love
you only hurt the ones you love
you only hurt the ones you love
and i cant stop,im killing everything i love.is it that i hate myself
that i keep crawling back to hell.and i hope the ink rots the lips right off your mouth
and poisons the heart id like to cut right out.so lean back on the fact you can tell all the crap
about the song i wrote,and perhaps theyll read the words,and maybe then theyll know.
that the venom in your kiss-runs deeper than your lips.was this murder or is it suicide
run your fingers through my hair while you whisper in my ear..
i hope youre not well,i hope things are not fine and i hope the body dies,long before your mind
i hope you reach out with hands that refuse to reachand i hope you try to scream for help,with a voice that just wont scream
and i sincerely hope,your last breath is mine.