I live my life,
My own little twist,
I have a knife,
I have a wrist.
I can take the knife,
And bleed my wrist,
I can take my life,
As the big twist.
You've already won,
With your twist,
You chose the gun,
I chose my wrist.
You go first,
And I'll go second,
It's a vein I'll burst,
But then you beccon.
You run away,
And broke the promise,
You stay,
And run back to Thomas.
I went first,
And you went after,
To find me dead,
Was a disaster.
You and me,
Will no longer be,
The happy family,
They were meant to see
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