Testo The Art Of Phleobotomy

Cross my heart and hope to die, i can't stop thinking about you at night, and all i see is your smile and the thought of being in love

and my last wish was spending it with you
leave nothing for there is nothing after you
only to hear me scream as the fall leaves hit the ground

and i don't know what to do
when i know i played the part of the tool so swallow down all the love i gave you
and keep my heart in your room

i can't stop thinking about you, these words playing through my head, no metaphor equals to heartbreak but death seems sufficient, my fear drowns out here pleas....

noise comforts me from this misplaced silence where there is nothing to think about, then how much i loved you

let me in, i won't do what i should...
pick a vein.. and...