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 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 felt straight from the past the futures coming too fast
