I'm slitting my wrists now, watching the blood drip down,
I'm making a mark on my wrist like the one you made on my heart,
Dont tell a girl you love her, if you don't really mean it,
It's gunna end her world so quickly, she'll have never see it coming,
And then its going to be your fault, and you wont know what to do,
You're gunna see her obituary in the paper, or hear it on the news,
She'll sit and watch the blood as it drips down her left arm,
With her other hand she'll write a poem to you that doesnt even rhyme,
Blood'll stain the paper shes writing on, along with some tears,
Even if she makes it through her river flowing blood,
She won't be able to trust you because of what you've done,
That's whats gunna kill her the most, knowing that she once did,
She trusted you with all her heart, but look at what happened,
You broke her heart, and her trust, all in one shot,
you say you didnt mean it, but thats how it ended up,
Now her head is getting dizzy as shes thinking 'what the fuck did i do'
You fucked her life up and now she killed herself over you.

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