2nd place.

She can't get it together, so they got back together. Let the heartache begin. I'm waiting for the sobs to to spill from the other line.  
 
Of course we only last a couple of months before I'm in my room planing and plotting. I'm ready to put a end to this game.  
 
She can't hear me pulling up, her car all alone in the driveway like  me in bed when I wake up, Hoping she won't wake up as I Jimmy the lock and slip inside.  
 
In the living room making my way to the kitchen. Knife in hand a picture of us in the other. Shred it as I shed my clothes and creep to her room.  
 
Licking my lips as I open the door only to drop everything. Naked and covered in blood hanging over the bed like a limp cock.  
 
Bedside window open and a knife under it. Well shit it looks like I'm late again.