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Two o clock and you’re breathing still
Not sure why you’re by the window sill
Maybe it’s because so many lovers left so broken
There’s blood on the floor
And it matches the walls
There’s blood on your arms
And it matches the fall
Your not quite so why
You feel so trapped inside
But that’s okay, no one explains anyways
Your eyes are so hollow
And empty as your heart
But that’s okay
Because it always is
Here’s the gun
Now please pull the trigger
I don’t care how long
It takes just go quicker
Because I can’t take it anymore
It’s driving me insane and more
Inside I feel I’m crumbling
Load the bullet
Nice and slow
Pull your finger
Here comes the show
Maybe that’s just how God made us
To be dead
In the end or now
You always told me my days are numbered
And I counted
And that day is now
So here comes the metal so fast and so clean
Here comes the blood to match the ceiling
And here comes the fall to be heard from downstairs
And here comes the people who you knew didn’t care
And there goes your heartache
Along with your breath
And there it all goes
So red and so beautiful
Drips through the floor boards
And lands on their heads
I wonder whose been playing
With the red paint again
I’m lying there dreaming
Inside that blue bag
Their dragging me away
To who knows where
But I don’t really care
I never really did
There faces are white
Maybe whiter than mine
My hands are still red
With the blood so divine
My eyes feel so vacant
My hands feel so cold
I’m not sure how old
I could have grown
But that never mattered to me anyways
And they all forgot my name by now
Three days later that girl who died
Yeah I keep wondering why
Its okay, just another mystery
Just another depressed average teen