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I carved your name into the bullet so they would know you were the last thing going through my head.

Its your fault(your fault) this happened to me. You got that sick feeling in your stomach when they call you in to identify the body. Arent you proud (arent you proud) that there is one less person in this world, because of you?

Maybe seeing me in a body-bag will make you realize what you have done.
that fateful night, the night that I died, I called you up and you laughed in my face, then the line went dead. I walked into my room, and felt a cold steel ring press against my head. I screamed "I'm sorry!"
and a gunshot rang out, but nobody cared, that my world went black, and I fell down dead

Its your fault(your fault) this happened to me. You got that sick feeling in your stomach when they call you in to identify the body. Arent you proud (arent you proud) that there is one less person in this world, because of you?

I wrote your name on the knife so they would know you left a hole in my heart...