11:52 Songtext

It's 11:52
And I'm stepping over you
Your in the other room
With slit wrists adorned

I can't believe she told you
When we promised not too
She broke her promise
You should never break your promise

Oh no, what a mess
My carpeting is crimson red
How do I clean a stain
That was left right here by your vein

Police are at the door
They're going to think it was me
Why'd he use my knife
I better take that knife

I've got to get away
The back door is my escape
They won't find me
With crimson hands

Don't you know
I'm the man
And I don't need to wash my hands
Don't you know
I'm the man
And I don't need to wash my hands

It was her who made my brother cut his wrists
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