Any simple thing can remind me of my pain,
Like the simple sound of pouring rain.
As I lay in a puddle, and you're a heap on the floor,
Remind me to never again open that door.
I remember that night like it was yesterday
your screams still echo, take me with you if you may.
I know you will never come back,
So take away my dreams and make them all black.
I see the red even if the rain washes it away,
the knife is in your back and it's there to stay.
I feel like I placed it there, I'm heartbroken.
God, please bring him back or I won't awoken
to his scent that drives me insane
or the way he handles me with simple disdain.
Bring him back so I can tell our child,
'Don't make momma's mistakes, they were really mild.'
But I can dream and dream and linger your presence,
or keep with me the simplicity of your essence,
But i would have never learned these lessons.
So thank you God, for killing me,
Now I don't owe you a fee.
People say you are so wise,
but all you do is despise.
So tommorow, I grab a blade,
to forget what you did to him and make it fade.
So I slit my wrist and watch the blood pour,
Along with the rain that comes through the door.