Dear - Proper.

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