the only thing to see you gone is suicide and alcohol the more I'm drinking you away the longer you seem to stay answer these questions with a shot answer these questions with a bottle I'm waiting I can't seem to make you dissapear long nights, drunk fights and you're still here and I'm still waiting hold you breath untill I say when I'll write down all the rules while you stay blindfolded so far saying this would be too much I can't believe that you're alive I can't believe that I was waiting for you what's left to say? I agreed with the points you were trying to make whats left to do? no you're getting your sleep six feet deep from the secrets you tried to keep what's left to do? the world is full of imperfections I think that you need more the one correction I'll drag you by the arm, down the hall, to the room where I'll leave you gagged under the bed so I can keep and eye on you I guess this means it's over I hear your crying through the tape blood rolls down your face and your eyes are saying goodbye I guess I'm saying mine