17 stycznia 2012
dead
im dead now,
and its all your fault.
you hurt me one,
to many times
tonight is the night,
i end my life,
in our bed.
i slit my wrist,
till the red liquid,
in side me starts to pour.
but i dont cry,
i wont shed a tear.
when you come home,
youll find me here.
just lying here,
our bed filled
filled with blood
well now i say goodbye.