Call It Sleep
Never Enough
Hey you, your blood on a window.
Your organs on the carpet floor, don't be sad.
Wait, its never enough.
I will come around, with your organs on the floor.
Say, say it now.
Will I know, if your still alive.
My love.
Accept, the fact you lied to us.
Decide, in when you killed yourself.
Despite the things you never tell.
Now your gone.
From Letras Mania