You can linger at the corner shop, telling stories about what you got.
Taking hands walking across the street, watching traffic at the lights they meet.
Getting home you walk through the front door, straight to your room where she lay on the floor.
Tears flooding from her eyes, this is no surprise.
Blood shed everywhere and all you do is stare
You push and pull her
Being her further down
Hoping soon you'll hold her under and she'll drown.
Throwing words that tear her heart in two, shes now wishing there was nothing left of you.
Blades moving deeper into her skin, knowing nothing can help her win.
This battle has only just begun, shes running from problems that she should've overcome.
Downing the last bottle, shes ready to fall.
Ready to fail, ready to lose it all.
Taking chances never felt so right, all these scars making tonight her last night.
As she fights her heartbeat
She knows this is the end
No turning back, blades and bottles are her new bestfriends.
Gasping as her heart beats once more, falling faster, faster towards the floor.
This lifeless body, laying in a pool of blood
Fought all her battles, but without the man from up above.
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