• The more I ran away,
    The more I knew I had to stay.
    The longer it took to return home,
    The longer you had to wait all alone.
    Once I got there I knew it was too late,
    You had already met your fate.
    Red, red, everywhere,
    Blood on the floor and the stairs.
    A shiny knife stuck into your heart,
    I fall on my knees, I'm falling apart.
    That killing incision,
    Your last decision.