Hide the pieces
Of your ripped up soul
Gather the evidence
That left you cold
Act like your fine
And tell your lie
Give your excuses
And prepare to die
Go up to your room
And think it through
There's no going back
After you do what you do
Open your drawer
And pull out a knife
Place it on your throat
End your life
But do you have the guts?
Are you wussing out?
Do you have what it takes
to end with a shout?
Now that's your problem
How you got in this mess
You're far to soft
Come and confess
Go to a shink
Tell her how you feel
Pray that in time
You'll eventually heal
I'm telling you now
It'll never work
Your not right in the head
Screwed up by that jerk
So take your chance
I'm offering now
Take my knife
Or put it down
But heed my warning
Listen! my dear
What is a life
If it's lived in fear?
So end it now
And end it well
Shed your own blood
And go to hell
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