At night is the time the secrets out of my veins begin to seep,
As I lay here and silently weep,
All the these horrible thoughts run through my head,
Sometimes I wonder if it'd be better off if I was dead,
On the outside i appear so happy and warm,
But you cant see past that into the cold place where I mourn,
You have no idea what you did to me when you told me it was over for her,
I just cant get over what we were,
So please come back into my life before I take it with this knife...
100% mine... Use it if you want to...