And now you've fucked it up.
Even worse this time.
Sit alone in your room.
As bells of hell do chime.
You're stuck here with yourself.
Ask now, is this fate?
You, your room, PC.
All the things you hate.
You call the only saviour.
The one you stabbed and maimed.
No ring, and not an answer.
You should be ashamed.
IT'S OFF YOU STUPID CUNT
THE PHONE IS FUCKING OFF
IT'S YOUR FAULT, DON'T YOU SEE?
YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF
You pushed her away from you.
What did you expect?
She's human, normal response.
She's exactly like the rest.
'I hope she's left me now'
'I hope she's finally seen'
'The person that I am'
'Now I've made a scene'
'Why do I hope for that?'
'Why beg for the bad?'
'You see, one thing I want'
'Would be the best I've ever had'
I WANT TO FUCKING DIE
THAT'S WHY I FINALLY HOPE
I WANT HER TO LEAVE
BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND
It's only fleeting, though.
The lust to destroy me.
In only a few hours.
She'll mend my death decree.
But not if she departs, now.
There'll be nothing in the way.
No spark of hope or happiness.
To keep my doom away.
The rain pounds on my roof.
For the first time in my life.
I beg for it to stop.
It amplifies my strife.
SHE'S DONE NTOHING WRONG
ITS ONLY YOUR FAULT
DONT BLAME HER, DICK
YOURE THE ONE WHOS STUPID
A wish. A wish.
A blow. A kiss.
My love. My love.
The rain. I miss.
