We made promises we would never do it.
I made my fault, it was New Years Eve
Now I watch from above, and I can’t believe.
Your laying in the bath, the water is red
Your parents walk up the stairs to check your in bed.
They hear the water running, they hear your cries
I’m sorry, I wish it didn’t happen, I want to take back all the lies.
The water over flows, and onto the floor
It goes under the crack of your bathroom door.
Your parents see the blood and start to scream
They’re screaming for you, and the hope that it’s only a bad dream.
To finish what you started, you take a pill
And another, and another to sweeten the kill.
Your final words you speak, you direct them at me
‘we broke the promise.’