Sunday, September 12, 2010

You say "hey",
And I say "hi",
"What's up?" you ask,
I reply, "Just wantin' to die."

"Babe, don't say that. What's wrong?" you ask,
"My life's falling apart and no one cares."
"I care, and I know other people do too."
"Maybe one other person, besides you."

"Come on now, everyone loves you."
"That ain't true," I sit here and cry.
"Of course it is, and I don't lie."

"I know you don't but listen to me, my life's falling apart because of you and me..."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, just nothing..."
"Don't do this to me!"

"She said you like her, the stuff you say... I just don't know how I fell for all the tricks you played."
"All the things I said aren't true, I don't love her, I only love you!"

"Then why did you cheat? Can I ask you that?"
"I didn't, I didn't, who are you gonna believe? Her or me?"

"I have the proof, me heart is broken, the walls around my heart are slowly closing."
"What are you talking about? What do you mean?"
"I mean it's over. You don't love me."
"I love you! I really do! I don't love anyone, except you."
"Your only saying that, it's just a lie. Here's my last words, I love you, goodbye."

*Signs out*

She sits in her rooms,
And cries and cries,
She's slow dying more inside,

'How did I let him trick me?'
She thought,
'It's about time he got caught',

She crawled into bed,
Tears pouring down her face,
They hit the pillow,
With silent mistakes,

A little while later,
She stumbled out of bed,
Went into the kitchen with tear filled eyes,
Reached for a knife,
But took a gun instead,
Thought it was an easier way to take her life,

She walked to his house,
With the gun at her side,

She knocked on the door,
He opened it slowly,
"Hey.. are you.." he starts,

She hauls out the gun,
Puts it to her head,

"I came to say I love you,
I wanted to say goodbye,

I know that you still love me,
But it's not the way I'd like,

You love me a sister,
Or a friend instead,

But you don't love me like a girlfriend,
So I should say goodbye,"

Then she closed her eyes,
And the gun was out of her hands,
"Babe, dont do this," he cried,
The gun now at his side,

She pulled out the kitchen knife,
She had grapped as well,
She slit her throat right then and there,
And sounds of silence were let out,

She fell into his arms,
Desperate crys he let out,
As she died through tears and pain,
He starting crying,
Realizing,
It was his fault,
She was dead in his arms

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