Step back for a moment and look
See the bloody mess you've made
The slit wrists and bloodied blade
What a beautiful life you took
This corpse is now your concious!
How does it feel, does it feel great?
To see the product of your hate?
You're so stupid and vicious.
Stand still and think about it
Did she really deserve this
Think of the life people will miss
How long will it take to admit?
The court trial and crime scene.
The judge awaits your plea
Will you say 'innocent' or 'guilty',
When he asks if you killed this teen
Tell them it was suicide, not your fault at all
Then sit back and wait
Pray its not to late
To sway the juries call
Your concious sits beside you
She looks like she could cry
Maybe it was suicide, but you told her to die
So what else was she to do
When her mother didn't love her
When her daddie didn't care
It was more than she could bear
So when you said 'die', she thought 'sure'
The judge says 'not guilty, you may go'
You scream 'yes I am!'
You feel guilty and don't give a da**,
About what they think or know
They lock you up for life
Your concious is gone
She has moved on
You put to rest her strife
So thanks to you a life has ended,
An innocent girl is buried
Her life shortened, her death hurried
Her parents broken hearts can't be mended
How does it feel, does it feel great?
To remember its now to late?
To know you decided her fate?
To know the product of your hate?
How does it feel?
 free magical tacos · Sat Feb 20, 2010 @ 06:45pm · 0 Comments |
