A Step Behind - 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