• a gun to my head
    a knife to my heart
    theres just so many ways
    i could end it
    but i couldn't care less
    about how or why
    as long as it adds
    to your torment
    and on your wall
    i'll write in my blood
    "you should've just believed me"
    cause when i said it
    i meant it
    i wasn't trying to be deceving
    you made my summer
    a living hell
    and now i've stopped my breathing
    haha it's perfect
    i get to break your heart
    while i stop mine from beating