I smile because she's all I've got,
And he's not here because he's already fought.
And dreams aren't moments,
They're kept upon the wall.
Displayed and misplaced,
And soon they will fall,
And sooner or later we'll know we never loved each other at all...
I'm just begging for someone to throw these pills into my mouth.
I'll throw these pills into my mouth,
But I hate me so much, I can't stand to help her.
I wish she'd cut her throat, and I would never be apart of this Earth.
He's back again, he's reading this,
I really want him dead.
He thinks that I refer to him,
How narcissistic is your head?
I'll tear your wretched scalp apart,
I'll send hell hounds at your door,
Though then they'll come to my door,
Won't I die anymore?
Of course I'll die, he's just like me.
I hate him,
Yet he holds the key.
So shall I slit my throat,
Or his, or her's?
Or should I let him see?
My destiny isn't clear,
But in the end, which is far or near,
I'm not much to the story,
And neither is he.
Which is why we should kill him.
Together, and me.
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