my morbid thoughts are at it again
they are lurking in my head
they make me sick
make me feel so frustrated
like i'm dying inside
i find myself wishing i could lie here
in this bed,dead
so when he came home
from work
he would see
i wasn't lying
he would beleive me
that there really was
something wrong
all along
in my head
it really was hurt
i wish i could do this
so he could regret
causing this damn mess
so he could see
so he could share all the pain
he gave to me
so he could feel like shit
so he could
regret
want to give up and quit
like i did all along
because you never know what
you've got till it's gone
and she'll be gone too
and it'll all be because of me
and you
can then share my hate
and i'll share with you the pain
so you can regret
this mess you made
