I’ve always been this way,
Maybe you just failed to see.
Or were you to busy pushing me away,
To realize I don’t want my existence to be?
No, it’s not because of my boyfriend.
He’s the one making me want to be here.
The one making me not wish for my life’s end.
He makes me not want to disappear.
It’s not my fault you didn’t know
But mom, I really truly try.
I always let my feelings show.
But fu-ck it, late at night I always cry.
I know you want him out of my life.
You say he’s a boy that’s to angry and bad.
But he’s the one who takes away my knife.
Sorry mom, that you have a daughter that’s so helpless and sad.
And after all that’s been said.
It’s not my fault I’m like this.
I guess you’ll just have to do, with a happier picture of me in your head.
