you're nothing more than an easy way to run - death in december

Im staring at these letters it reminds me how we used to be the pages tear but Im still here and you're without me Im blinded by the summer I pretend that youll be here then Ill take this knife and think about the love we used to have I can see theres better days better days ahead I can be everything youll ever need and Ill ask him how it feels to die Im begging for some answers or maybe just some time I hope you sit alone and think about the way she really feels shell leave you in the morning Ill put on my Sundays best and then Ill call him on the telephone and ask him how it feels to die Its all planned out hell never know Ill sneak around his bedroom floor with this dagger in my hand Ill kill him for another chance youll never have the love we shared youll never know how much she cares cause she knows you're nothing more you're nothing more than a way to run from me......youll never know the way it feels to live your life for someone else she knows your nothing more than the way I used to be