The Song I'll Play At Your Funeral

Take this knife.
All full force to my chest
Suppress the blood flow from my heart
My shirt is soaking in wet red.

Suffocate.
This plastic bag over my head won't stop me from the grip I have on you.

Don't you see?
What it means.
To me to recognize a memory.
Will it change?
For the worst.
Things were much better the way they were.
The way they were.

So leave me, unstablized.
Seclude me, from your insides.
Some day this pain will all just go away.
Some day, this pain will all just go away