Proper Precautions For A Fake Suicide

Why don't you get away from this away from everything it all comes back to you take the easy way out you're so selfish you always think of yourself

Slitted wrists and knife stab wounds the pictures all too clear you ended up alone sitting by yourself thinking ways turn back time it's way too late right now

Where were you this time I walked through the door alone

If you stumble in my arms I will break your bones for sure and my bleeding heart will soak right through your shirt getting ready for the day to end and wash away feelings felt straight from the past the futures coming too fast