Cold, White Room
Cold
Looking back to the day that could of changed it all
Knowing damn well I would've ended up here all the same
The nurse talking in a soothing but numb voice

She's seen me before, not me but someone just like me
She thinks I'm disgusting, irresponsible
Another burden
She doesn't know me

He's no where to be seen
He said he loved me, is he here?
No one to answer
Burning - the needle piercing my skin
No longer can feel
Surgical steel, sterile gloves

Feeling like some specimen for dissection
Not feeling the pain, except the crushing feeling upon my chest

Reminding myself this is best
This was my only choice, its the right one
Is it the right one?

Not looking back.