You are the script I wrote and threw away
You are the reason I hate myself and feel this way
You are every turn I should have taken
You are every road I should have followed
You are the reason my voice is shaking;
You are the handful of pills I wish I swallowed
You are everything to me;
You are everything I couldn't be.
You are the why I lay awake at night
You are the cold sweat drenching my brow with fright
You are the chills racing down my spine
You are the noose I fashioned from twine
You are the reason I waste each day waiting to die.
You are the stool kicked loose from my feet.
You are the life that won't leave me.
YOU ARE MY END AND MY BEGINNING
YOU ARE THE LAST THING THAT MADE LIFE WORTH LIVING
NOW YOU'RE GONE, GONE AND YOU WONT COME BACK
HOW CAN I CARRY ON WITH YOUR KNIFE IN MY BACK?
I HOPE YOU FUCKING HEAR THIS SONG AND DREAM OF ME
I HOPE YOU CRIED AT THE FUNERAL WHILE THEY BURIED WHAT WE COULD BE.
I HOPE I POISON YOUR MIND,
DON'T GO TO SLEEP
IM IN YOUR DREAMS, THEY'RE A FUCKING DISEASE.