

Our last goodbyeI'm running away running away with you but only in my dreams In real life I am alone Dreaming of my death to comeOur last goodbye
Life's like a river flowing by the pain of life I wish I could die Dreaming of my suicide wish for no more loneliness
Darling you are the love that lets me live my life yet you break my heart? why do you hurt me for your own personal gain?
I stand on the edge I'm getting ready to jump making my escape Making an escape from you love, this is our last goodbye


somedayi thought that he loved me he told me so many times I wish it had been true, because now i know what I never knew then the confusion the chaos the multitude of thoughtssomeday
within my raging mind my remembrance of
his cold embrace wrapping his hands around my frozen heart my arms clutching onto the dreams of him and me the nonexistent love my dreams involving betrayal not believing them, taking them as nightmares thinking that he still loved me but now, as I stand on the edge thinking of his lies I turn toward


if i didn't have to do thisi wish i didn't have to do this the razor at my arms proves my weakness but this is my sweet addiction, calling.if i didn't have to do this
i don't have to do this aim the gun into my mouth but i need to
the blood now pouring out of me,
the weakening of my heart, every pulse adding more blood to the increasing pool on the floor
i wish i didn't have to do this
point the gun between his eyes the hell of my life, yet my haven from myself


untitledAt first my heart slowly decayed Now its gone without a trace What I once used to hold my love Is now a hole letting everything leak out Im losing everything My heart and next my soul I know its leaving I feel it escaping me My body growing weak My attention non-existent I always wish for rest My bodys calling for the grave But Im here for you My beautiful love Until my early demise To hold you close To be by your side To kiss your tears away But if I leaveuntitled
My beautiful love Before youre eterna


Confessions of a Broken HeartYou said that you would catch me, If I ever fell. You said that you would hold me,Confessions of a Broken Heart
Teach me how to fly. You said that you would mourn me, If I were to die.
The thing you said most often… That I believed to be true. Was that you loved me, Just as I loved you.
All this I believed, And many lies more. But I know the truth now, I know it well. You don’t love me, You never did or will.
You didn’t catch me, When I realized this and fell. You didn’t keep your promise, I still can’t fly. You won’t mourn me, &nb
:: Choices ::
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