My wrist are covered of blood,
once again.
i try to cover them up,
and whats the use?
you wont care,
you go your alcohol.
and i guess thats all you need.
never wonder why i fall,
and each night,
i hear the slamming,
i hear the yells,
as I'm jamming another blade to my wrist,
you said you only had one,
i know your lying,
the drugs take up all the love,.
and one by one we all fall apart.
said i was never what you wanted,
and I'm being fed up.
I've bled so much for you,
and I've fed up with you,
daddy,
i know I'm a let down,
but if i were you,
i really wouldn't be so proud,
of my self,
and what Ive caused me to do,
but if i were you,
id had feelings.
not beers,
and drinking,
just if i were you,
