Вершы: Horror Show. Inconsiderate Me.

Dear rosemary
I'd like to fade away
So wipe the me away
From your diary

Suicide whispers
In my ear and it happens
A lot around here

When I said, before
I'd sleep not to wake me if you left
Well I'm awake
And you're not here
And I'm better off dead

This is my last
Love letter to you
It's not a stunt
I'm well aware were through

When you think of me
Remember better times
'Cause ive grown to be
Quite selfish when i cry

Inconsiderate me

Sitting at home for the afternoon

Don't wanna go outside
Sick of sun soaked concrete streets
Close the blinds I'd rather hide
Because the ghost in me
Is out of key
From never keeping love

Sick of pale white bedroom sheets
Close your eyes, so I can die

You were my spine, my crutch
My breathe, my sight
My life, my death, my all
You were my hope, my fear
My love, my fear, my love
My fear, my fall

I can't do this without you
I can't do this without you
I've tried, I can't, I'm gone
Sincerely yours