…And would it make you sad,
if I fell to my knees
before you,
telling you it'd break me..
if you left me here

Or would it take
the guilt away,
if I said 'it doesn't matter',
and I really don't care at all..
if you lived or died
right here...

Tell me,
would you love me,
if I helped you slit the veins,
in your already cut up wrist..
so you could bleed to death