Him:
Put the phone down knowing its over
Body feels a chill first time I’m sober
I gaze in the mirror, hate stares back
My imagination runs wild glass frame
Cracks.
Her:
Put the phone down knowing its over
The mist clears above body feels colder
I lay on the bed hiding from the chill
Finding it hard to sleep, swallows a pill
Him:
Shattering glass, blast reacts to a brick
alarm panel clicks, I better move quick
Swift move, knife in hand, ready to slit
Door slightly open, lightings softly lit
Him & Her:
Vision slightly a blur, figure overhead
Mutter under his breath, you’ve mislead
You lost our love, is the drink an issue
It wasn’t my fault, baby I really miss you
He knows that its to late, the deed is done
He pulls his hands out they scream as one
Blood sprinkles to the floor, he cut his wrists
Sorry to bore you people what a shit twist.
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