Just leave

The knife is ready just leave.
I can't believe you'd do this to me.
We've could of been happy, but you said no. So all I want is you to go.

You let me put scars on my arm, causing me all this harm. I'm going to kill myself to relieve this pain, all I see in you is profane.

So these are my final words to be spoke, so just stand here and watch me croak.

As I lie on the ground, you don't even make a sound. Leave as you may, you watched me die. Yet, deep down you know you want to cry.