Suicide notes and Love letters
I leave you with nothing, No confession to make it better
A blank paper left inside my glowing candle light
Can you find me before the flames burn into sunlight?
Will you rewrite the ending to my tragedy for me?
Paint my life the way you wanted it to be?
Pick up the feather and write with my blood
What should have been, But never was
If you feel better, Imagine someone else to take my place in your life
When the moonlight breathes on my skin, There's a monster I can't hide
Should I be ashamed? Should I shiver and let myself die?
That for you to choose when you rewrite my suicide
Finish what I've started, Make me the puppet I've always been
That's why I leave with nothing, You decide how it ends
The moonlight is taking me away from you once more
And you can't erase and rewrite how it was before
Pretend all you want, Pretend all you can
As I become as unimportant as a single grain of sand
The candle is burning away, The wax dripping around me
Half full? My glass is now half empty
What should have been, What never was
As you pick up the feather and write with my blood
I can hear it all by now, Every twitch, every heart beat
The feather, The moon, My life threatening defeat
The monster I kept dormant comes creeping into thin air
No control as everyone, Including myself, Is scared
Raging around in the middle of the night
Hurry now, I'm burning into sunlight
I'll disappear, I won't let you suffer what I am
The curse will finally break once I'm gone again
Now the monster comes out, My mind is dead inside
Like I'm sleepwalking through the images in my eyes
And there you stand, Worry on your face, Fear in your voice
You weren't supposed to see the ending, It was supposed to be your choice
But you came to me, You knew something was wrong
You shouldn't know, Or did you know all along?
It's too late to erase now, Your eyes so afraid
I'm sorry you had to see who I've been, The monster I became
With a single tear, You know this is the last goodbye
Confusion, Depression, and screaming, You don't even ask why
The monster that is my body takes you from me
As the candle burns into sunlight, I cradle your dead body
Filthy fingertips, The monster retreats in filthy glory
I never meant to write the ending to your story
So I pick up the feather and write with your blood
What never should have been, But was
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