Breakup

A chance meeting a long time ago,
Led me to feelings I was before afraid to show.
After almost a year,
I cannot cry another tear.

Lying to my face,
Has made you fall from grace,
Here we are fighting again,
Surrounded in our world of sin.

I cannot take being without you,
Even though to me you are untrue,
I'm got a razorblade with my name on it, a gun with yours, I'll say this lasts forever,
I know it can never get better.

So tonight I will take this gun in my hand,
And make the world understand,
That I am not one to be treated bad,
I'm not the one you want to make sad.

After I use this gun,
I will take the razorblade, and have a little fun,
I will slide the blade across my wrists,
There will be no more pain from this.