roses are red,
violets are blue,
i'll cut my wrists,
and bleed my life on you.

tie the rope around my neck,
oh what a beautiful sight to see,
a child strung up,
hung from a makeshift noose.

starved to death by greed and glory,
shot down by fame and fortune,
misery loves company they always say,
i'm the best company around.

apply more pressure,
the holes are growing larger,
but i don't stop, won't stop,
not 'til the heart stops.

can you feel it beating?