I just want to wake up
with the end of my life
in my hands
take this knife and just
out disaster
flirt with catastrophe
falling to pieces
on linoleum floors
in the house I don't really
belong in anymore
surrounded by people who
pretend they care
and hiding all the lies that I
made up to hide the fact that I'm
ohso not alright because
tears are falling
and they've always been
take a bullet to my head and we'll
to erase
what's been done here
memory, memory
I'll always live on inside
because you will never forget
how I died
clutching your picture
(the truth)
you're mine
forever denying that
you were my obsession
you pushed me to do this more than
anyone else
don't carve me out of your life

this is your tragedy