If I took the knife to my wrist
would it leave a scar in your hear?
Or would you even care
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
or will you

My tears have been cried out
My voice is gone from screaming
My paper is all torn from writing
Theres no other solution
I'm running out of ideas

Will one little bullet really help me?
I doubt it
It'll be better than this shit I have here, i'm sure of that
Forever darkness seems inviting, like tea and cookies
This whole world hates me, and I hate it

Love ruins everything, doesn't it?
I want it to die
Bury it next to me, will you?
Do it for me

It's a war i've lost
I'm sorry
I can't fight it any longer, my gun powder has run out
I'll have to surrender to this cruelty
Here I go

So when you find me
Will you give me a kiss, one last time?
Will you do it for me?