Give me the blade so I can finally end my life I am so
Insanely sick of feeling like I've done something wrong
Vulnerable has become my middle name as everything
Expressed to me seems to dig a hole inside of
Me and I tried to tell you about it but you didn't get it
Even though you told me I could always run to you
How could you lie to me, now I'm all alone and I don't
Own and bit of hope inside of me anymore
Please just forgive yourself when you read this letter
Everyone makes mistakes, now I'm about to make mine
