Não sou bom o bastante para verdades ou clichês

hurtful words,from my enemies of the last five years
what's it like to die alone?
how does it feel when tears freeze,when you cry?
the blood in your veins is twenty below.
sitting in this room playing russian roulette
finger on the trigger to my dear juliet
out from the window see your back drop silhouette
this blood on my hands is something i cannot forget
something i cannot forget.
so for now, take this down a notch
crash my eyes through your window
make sure you're still alive
just in time to kill you
SO KILL ME!