• The bloody knife laying in my hand
    The red trail leading from the bathroom to the bedroom
    Me laying on the floor about to die
    Me asking for one last kiss before the devil himself comes to take me away
    You trying to choke back tears
    You asking me not to go
    You trying to clot the blood
    Me slowly closing my eyes
    You laying there in my blood
    My mom accusing you of everything
    You fighting with my dad about my mom accusing you
    You trying to convince them both that it ain't your fault
    You kissing my still lips and saying "i love you"
    You taking the bloody knife and slitting your throat
    You say your gonna die I'll go with you
    My mom dumbfounded
    Me and you dead...With a smile on our faces.