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Inconsiderate Me - Horror Show
Inconsederate me
Dear rosemary
I'd like to fade away
So wipe the me away
From your diary
Suicide whispers
In my ear and it happens a lot
Around here
When I said before
I'd sleep not to wake me if you left
Well I'm awake
And you're not here
And I'm better off to dead
This is my last love letter to you
It's not a stunt
I'm well aware were through
You think you think
Of think of me
Better times
'Cause ive grown to be
Quite selfish when I cry
Inconsiderate me
Sitting at home for the afternoon
Don't wanna go outside
Sick of sun soaked concrete streets
Close the blinds I'd rather hide
Because the ghost in me
Is out of key
From never keeping love
Sick of pale white bedroom sheets
Close your eyes
So I can die
You were my spine my crutch
My breathe my sight
My life my death my all
You were my hope my fear
My love my fear my love
My fear my fall
I can't do this without you
I can't do this without you
I've tried I can't I'm gone
Sincerely yours
