Crime Scene

Sign on the door, keep out

I can clearly see

Boy are you trying to kill me

Something has happened here

Something they couldn't say

But it's your fault

I turned out this way

But now, I

I got you sticking like glue

And now, I

I'm to sad to kill you

(I said but) this is not a crime scene

And life was better when you

Couldn't cross

I didn't ask how you'd been

And we are happy that you're gone

It feels like I'm tripping through

Broken Glass

Rubber-kneckers trying to get past

Blood stains the carpet

Shining crimson red

But you know I'd rather be dead

So try

And walk a mile in my shoes

And now, I

I'm to sad to kill you

(I said but) this is not a crime scene

And lifе was better then you

Couldn't cross

I didn't ask how you'd been

And wе are happy that you're gone