He said goodnight,
She did too,
Little did she know,
He was trying to say "I'll miss you."
For that was his first love,
And his last.
Tonight he will kill the pain,
To make him forget his past.
With the blade in hand,
And letter he wrote,
He will die,
And leave his note.
She will come later,
To find him dead.
And read the words: "I'm sorry, baby,
Blame the voices in my head."
