Death


You ripped my heart out and tore it
in two. I'm dead, and coming
back for you. I'm in your head
and in your dreams; you toss
and turn and awaken screaming.
You call me up and tell me the truth-
that you love someone more than you
love me.
You said you loved me, you told
me it's true. But then I found out the
truth. I took a gun, pointed it to
my head saying,"this is the end." You're
standing there watching. I kill
myself. I told you I'd be coming back, I warned
you; now it's your turn to feel my pain. Hope
you lived a happy life, 'cause now it's over.
Despite the loneliness of a broken heart, you now
can taste the bitter, cold death-
death, death, death.

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