Suicidal Love

stab my broken heart
cut my bleeding throat
slip the noose around my neck
killing my dead corpse
love is nothing more than a sword stabbed through your chest
the breakup's when you finally admit maybe your not the best
there is always some one better, someone he'll love more
hold my head under the water let my lungs fill with mud
put the gun to my chest and pull the trigger
run the razor across my wrists, cover them with my blood
fill my stomach with poisin, cyanide, and pills
run me over in the street over and over again
push the dagger through my eye, pull it from its socket
force me in a black room filled with toxic smoke
chop off all my fingers
bloody all my clothes
grab the crimson razor force it to my throat
gentily glide it across pressing ever lightly
do this over and over until my heart stops beating---drag it out
now my eyes cry only blood and my wrists cut only tears
i fear the end is coming it's drawing very near
do all of this and more and it never will compare
to the pain you put me through