Sitting in your imaginary courtroom...
Your the judge, they're your jury...
The whole nine yards.
You judge and critisize me.
And your buddies smirk and snicker.
But that's all right, you see...
I'm already in shame and full of gloom.
I don't need your jury or you to know
What I did was idiotic...
But it's all good now, don't you see?
I had a shameful love,
A shameful life.
I fought a war between me
And the metallic, shining knife.
I am the most idiotic person around
You say.
I believe you in every single way.
An idioticperson is one who loves
With a full and virgin heart.
So I'll just watch my blood
Slowly fall to the floor tonight.
And takes pills for the pain
Whenever it finally starts.
If it does.
We already know the verdict, love...
So why go through all this?
Just to hurt me...?
It's not working so far...
I'm past hurt, you see...
Heading towards suicidal and empty.
So when push comes to shove
And I'm on the floor...
Will you be laughing then?
Just as I knew it
A guilty verdict on all accounts;
Stupidness, Life, Love.
But tonight I'll be free
From this little, torturous life.
I'll end every bit of strife
Of this long war.
And when push comes to shove
Razor comes to wrist
Blood comes to ground
Pills come into mouth.
Will you be laughing then love?
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