One last text message,
Her one last goodbye.
A part of her life
When all she wanted to do was die
A single cut is all it'd take
To run it back,
First one drop then two.
It'd slowly start to shed...
To shed the tears of her heart
For her heart cries red
The pressure gone
To make sure she would never live again.
To see the breaking down...
So with one last message
She'd tell him she loved him
That she can't live without him and this is her proof
And with just one cut
With just one little slice
The tears will fall to mix with the blood
The only way to shed this pain
To end this sick and twisted game...
This twisted game of life...
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