Suicide

You told me not to die,

that you'd be so sad.

Yet you're tearing me apart on the inside.

 

My heart was so gentle,

like hay for a bed.

You came and set fire to the whole mess.

 

Goodnight.

No reason to wake tomorrow,

living on the love I borrowed

from so many broken-hearted.

Goodnight.

The morning is almost here.

 

If I go to hell,

and burn eternally,

I'll lay and curse myself for ever having fell.