I Died Upon Friday

I say I'm sorry
but these crimson feelings keep on pouring out.
I am watching as you die
I cry
I doubt.

I didn't believe that what I said could be so sad to you

I am running with scissors
to cut forth my heart
to pour my love into you
and save you from my pain.

I see you dying
you are turning cold.
The emo-ness returning
Alone I'll grow old.

The rose I toss upon your grave
here I failed to save
the only one I loved.

My eyes water from the anger
welling up inside
my mind.

Today I know I must end my life
dull is the blade upon my knife
The razors edge is nowhere near
I keep on trying but I fear
that i will fail again.

The blood rushed to my heart
as the music played
The wine I drank
he cheese I ate
all remind me of my eternal fate.

I step into the cold,
the blizzard blowing hard
the ice above my head
broken icy shards.

I lay upon the ground
and everything fades away.
Now I am coming back to you
I died upon Friday...