I'm standing in the bathroom with a pistol to my head.
I'm writing all of this down so you'll know why I am dead.
You stole my heart, tore it up, left it lying on the floor.
That's why lifes not worth living anymore.
I want you to know that it wasn't your fault.
Even if your words felt like wounds filled with salt.
The blame belongs to the guy with a love infested heart.
I want to rip it out and tear it apart.
When someone finds my bloody body with this note clutched in my hand.
I hope they let you read it and I hope you understand.
I really had to do this, I really had to go.
I'll love you forever and more than you'll know.
When I'm done with this letter I will take my life.
I'm glad to put and end to this misery and strife.
I'll know you'll really miss me, and I know I'll miss you.
This is what I had to do.
And I'll always love you.
