We Only Do It For The Scars And Stories, Not The Fame

Standing still
Thinking straight,
She wonders why,
She feels this way,

Having heard,
What they say,
She thinks she should,
End it this way

Knowing she will,
Break his heart,
Thinks he should,
Make a new start,

Having said that,
She decides to move on,
Knowing its impossible
Cause life is hell,

As time ticks by,
She watches him move
From girl to girl,
He cant stay on

Realizing her mistakes,
As she watches him cry,
Making her want to die

She knows she shouldn't,
Create a scene
Locked in a room,
Razor in hand

A scene no one could hear,
A scene he couldn't bear,

It all ends as she craves,
His name on her wrist
An apologetic smile is all,
That's left,

As the pain dies,
So does she,

Hearing the frantic voices outside,
She separates his voice from the rest,

Hearing what she didn't deserve,
"I Love You" was the last she heard,

As her door broke down,
She felt herself fall to the ground,

Closing her eyes, she saw him,
Prove his love, which she didn't deserve,

Razor in hand,
As both lay dead,
Bloodshed is all that's left,

Years later, as they walk,
Hand in hand,
Yet... Its not The End.