July 20, 2014

O.R

I’m on the operating table.
Chest cut open, I can feel them messing around with my heart,
I could be imagining this

I hear a voice,
My pain cancels out the noise,
But I can hear a voice

The Doctor probably talking shit, about what she needs,
She is trying to save me,
But I feel like she’s killing me

Thing is I didn’t know I needed fixing,
I see my blood splash on her face,
She doesn’t even flinch,
She has a mask, but it gets in her eyes,
And I remember the lies,
The lies she told me,

I recognize the doctor’s voice,
I feel her reach in and take out my heart,

And I hear her clearly for the first time...

“good bye”

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