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I've locked all the doors to prevent my escape and boarded up the windows to keep the morning sun from coming in

I'll shelter myself from society in this train wreck of a broken home to conceal my scarred and bruised skin

There are bloodstains on the carpet and stab wounds on my back

I thought that we all bled red blood, but the ink spilling from my lifeless life is black

There are so many things that we never saw eye to eye, wearing a blank stare every time I would open my mouth to speak

Read the menu of my life and notice that a double dose of depression is the splendid special of the week

Try the appetizer...a platter of deep fried lies with seven bullets and a gun

Grab the phone, twist the cord around my spineless neck, and make a reservation for a table for one



I've shut down my mind and stitched up my eyes to prevent any memories or images of you from entering my head

I'll seclude myself from the world in this car crash of a wasted life and forever hide in my vacant bed

There are tears on the mattress and the scars on my heart are proudly on display

I thought we all woke up to a blue sky, but I look outside at this bleak world and notice that everything is gray

There were so many words I never got to say, but we never quite clicked and found our special little way to communicate

Order the entrée of my future and notice that it's nothing more than a dirty and broken empty plate

Sample the fine wine, the countless tears I cried when our love had suddenly become undone

Grab the keys, crash your car as you break my heart, and the ambulance will escort you to your table for one



I've ripped up all the pictures and burned all of your notes to make believe that you don't exist

I'll suffocate myself from the truth in this roller coaster of a relationship as I stare at the stranger in the mirror and slit my wretched wrist

There are lies in your letters and each one is sealed with a crimson kiss in the stack

I thought we all corrected our problems with a red pen, but the blood spilling from my soul is black

There were so many places where I wanted to take you, but you never seemed to want to go

Feast on the debris of my failed past and you'll probably mistake it for escargot

Indulge the delicious desert, ice cream as cold as your heart and a bowl of animosity as hot as the sun

We could have made a family and reserved a party of infinity, but I can never again join your side while you're dining at a table for one



I've bolted all the doors to prevent my departure and taped up the windows to keep the cheerful sun from saying "hello"

I'll lock myself in this single room apartment of a jail cell and close my eyes so I can't see you go

There are bloodstains on the walls and a "goodbye" letter on my mattress that wasn't there yesterday

I thought that we were all raised in a time of the visible spectrum, but I take a peek at the rainbow near the horizon and only witness the many splendid shades of gray

There were so many days I wanted to spend my time with you, but sadly today was our last

Tonight I'll put a for sale sign on the restaurant of my dreams, because I can find no other way to put you in the past

Don't forget to leave a generous tip, perhaps a second chance or maybe even the opportunity to have a daughter or a son

But all I can say for now is "have a good night" as I watch you leave your table for one