I remember when I lost my mind
I remember how terrible I felt
When I walked out that door
And I left him behind
I could just hear him
Thinking please don’t let
Me go I love you
I cry on the inside just thinking
How he must of felt
When I walked out that door
Oh the poor guy
You see lately
I have been getting visions
Visions of him dying by
My hand
I thought it was best
If I left
You should never
Ever run away from
Your problems
It will follow you every where
From were it haunts your dreams
To were it plays tricks on
Your eyes and ears
I can just here it
When I walked out that door
I will follow you to
The ends of the earth If I have to
You can’t escape from me
He was so sweet
He new all this and
He still loved me
I'm so sorry for two-timing him
It made it even harder to let him go
Why did I do such a horrible thing
I changed him forever
I’m so angry with myself
It wasn’t my fault
It was for the best
Or was it
Should I of stayed
Would it have made a difference
If I went or not
Would he be the same
As before
When I walked out that door
Or would it have been worse because
When I walked out that door everyday
I could see him dying a little more inside
What do I do now
What happens next
Will I have to take extreme measures
Oh God above help me please
I know now what I did was wrong
So help me
Or are you angry with me too
Or are you just disappointed
I'm a murderer of happiness
I’m a murderer of Love
I’m a murderer Of Hope
I’m a murderer of Faith
I’m a murderer Of Life
I’m a murderer
I’m a murderer
I’m a murderer
I’m a murderer of dreams
I’m a murderer of everything cheerful
I burn Christmas trees
Oh oh oooohoh
No ones waiting for me in Heaven
I can’t sleep at night not knowing
What is to become of me
What should I do
I’d go to a priest but
I dought anyone would listen
What should I do
Oh help me God above
Shake it off wouldn’t help
How could you shake it off what I did
I wonder if ma knows what to do
What to do
Oh what to do
Oh well that’s just the way it is
Things will never be the same
that’s just the way it is
I need to except this
I’m a rose with thorns that are bloody