I can see your face,
It\'s haunting me,
Following me,
Everywhere I go,
I need to rid myself,
Of this hate,
Of these feelings,
I need to rid myself of this.
I can see your face,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Sneering,
As I sit here and bleed,
And I wonder,
What did you ever want with me?
Why did you play me like that?
It just gets worse,
I got to school,
Does anyone notice me?
No, no one ever does,
Not even the teachers,
I could be clever,
If I worked,
But I prefer to sit here and think,
Think about what I could be,
If I gave life a chance,
If I wasn\'t leaving tonight.
Why did you play me like that God?
Why did you give me life,
Then make me like that,
Knowing I would take my own life,
Why did you play me God?
Why?
