WHEN ALL IS LOST
y bother
all is not what it seams
never again is what i should stick to
you never cared and you never will
sick of all this
so offf the edge i go
when i am gone who will care
no one will
cant breath
one last time to insure my domise
swipe the blade acrost the throte
take the gun to the head
bulllet whose name behold
to let them know
they were the last thing runing through my head
when all is said and all is done
ive come to relise
she has won