Empty room

As I sit here in this empty room, I think about my life, oh why did I put up such a fight trying to save such a worthless thing? That man and his gun should've pierced my flesh but instead I dodged it and let it hit you instead. I don't know what to do, I can't fucking do this without you, my love. Every second that I spend without you is another slash, slit or cut, every minute is a cut that opens, and every hour is another gallon of blood lost. I don't know what else to do but end it all, I wanna be with you, it's getting lonely and guilty in this empty room.