Inconsiderate Me - Horror Show

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 dead

This is my last

Love letter to you

It’s not a stunt

I’m well aware were through

When you think of me Remember 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