• Stop making me cry.
    What'd I do?
    To deserve all the things,
    That you put me through.

    Stomp on my grave,
    Tear out my eyes.
    Do all those things,
    You know I despise.

    Sadly enough,
    You'll finally see,
    While I'm hanging limb,
    From that sicamore tree.

    My heart torn out,
    Upon a note.
    Covered in blood,
    Just as I wrote.

    One last tear falls,
    As I finally wait,
    For your lonely heart,
    To crash, to break.

    You make no sound,
    You step away,
    Sighing, Saying,
    'What a horrible fate.'

    Don't read my note.
    Don't read my eyes.
    Do all those things,
    I used to despise.