Goodbye

I stand in the lonely room,

My fate has not come too soon,

I grip the knife tightly

I slash my arm still crying slightly

With my last moments,

I'll write you this letter,

I won't ever get any better,

This is the end

My dear best friend

My dear friend,

I'm sorry this had to end

There fear of being rejected

Was too much to be expected

I'll miss you both

I stole the knife from Sothe

I'm sorry my friend,

But it had to end.

Goodbye my dear best friend