A Step Behind: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 to 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 feltm straight from the past
The futures corning too fast