Three Words

My clothes are ripped
As I lay in the dark
Bloody and cold
And left with a mark

I used to shiver
At your name
I used to quiver
When your voice came

You marked me for life
You stupid bitch
And when I think about it now
It just makes me twitch

I know what I need to do
Put a gun to your head
Pull the trigger, and make a painting out of you
Buy a knife and pull down those sheets
And rip out your heart
While you sleep

I call Adele and Emzy
On my cell phone and tell
What I plan to do to you
And all they say is, "What the hell?"

As I watch your sleeping form
In your soft Sleepy's bed
I get too scared of what I'll do
And scream inside my head

So the next day at camp
Where I want my ghost to lay
A single tear falls down my cheek
I don't know what to say

I managed to get up into the rafters
And tie a flimsy knot
I try to hang myself by the neck
But I slip and fall and lay to rot

So I take out my pocket knife
The one that should have pierced your heart
I slid the tiny blade across my neck
And carve three words across my neck
Before I shake hands with the Grim
"I Love You."

-The Immortal Trainwreck Projekt (aka my band)