The worst part of this is that you get a second chance to push the needle through my skin with your two hands
I used to be okay with the thoughts and memories but I guess I have to decide when this is going to end
I've painted all my walls black so you wont reappear in the shadows of anything that I hold near
I've tried so many times to pick up the telephone and call you up and tell you that I'm not alone
I didn't want to do it and I don't want to hear you
The only thing I want you to know is that I've painted all my walls black so you wont reappear in the shadows of anything that I hold near