Tonight

You have no clue do you...

While we talk and smile,

I'm thinking of tonight.

Your eyes lighting up when you look at me,

As you drink your soda...

My stomach turns with vomit,

When I smile.

So sick of this world.

Their insults don't hurt any more.

I'm tired of living.

I'm thinking of tonight!

Looking forward to being alone in my room,

Were I might take one last trip,

Before I leave my last words on your E-mail.

Now we're getting into our own cars,

One last kiss before I drive off.

Your eyes still light.

So sick of this world.

Their insults don't hurt any more.

I'm tired of living.

I'm thinking of tonight.

Pulling in I notice my parents aren't home.

The house seems dead.

I would be joining it soon.

Deciding not to prolong it I go to my room...

As the crimson paints the floor my eyes go blurry rereading what I've typed,

Telling of what I have done...

Tonight.