You finally realize what I’m capable of
It only took the slice from my knife and your blood to hit the rug
It’s funny, a second ago you were asking me to leave
Now you’re begging me to stay to help you breathe
Are you finally ready to talk?
Before you didn’t have much to say
You took my kindness for weakness so I’ll take this the long way
You were someone’s little precious girl
Their gleaming, darling pearl
Not ready to leave this world
You say you wish you told your family you love them
And that you never should’ve put work above them
You’re making excuses and swearing that you’ll solve them
But, like you told me, “Kid, that’s just not my problem”

Round the stairs up to your apartment
With something I should have left in the glove compartment
Room 212, that’s you on the top floor
A condescending look greets me as you open the door
You don’t want to but you invite me to your kitchen
I say, “We need to talk and I’d really like you to listen”
You find some rude remark you think is funny to snap back
You always cut me off
You know I fucking hate that

And now the blood in my face is swelling
My fight or flight is sure as hell telling
You’re laughing in my face, this is accomplishing nothing
Before I know it I just start cutting

And it feels so good to make you cry, to make you bleed
The look in your eyes as you grow weak

Pull up and put the car in park
Take a second alone to think in the dark
There are only 2 ways that this can go
Yeah, I’ll bring it this time but it’s just for show
I’d like to have a real conversation instead
I swear this time I won’t lose my head
Because if I do with you
You’re better off dead