I think I’ve had enough

And you look like you’ve had your fun,

So I’m just going to ask

Why do you torture me?

Why do you make me feel good one day

And then like a criminal the next?

These voices in my mind,

Scream twisted lyrics

To song that hasn’t yet been written.

So its time.

Time to make my life worthwhile.

Time to make you understand

Exactly how I feel

And to never be mislead again.

Being a part of you

Doesn’t cut it

Being a part of myself

Feels perfect.

It’s like a cult

That you can’t get out of

And even if you do,

Its still in your head.

But things won’t ever be the same again between us.

You haven’t suffered yet

And I will make you suffer.

Be honest with yourself,

Because you wont make it in the world by yourself.

This is my own suicide

My own time to think

My own time to wait

And to linger on the things I’ve missed out on.

It hurts, but the pain

Feels like sweet revenge,

Towards the life that never felt love.