Why'd you do this to me?
I just wanna know why.
You hurt me real bad,
and made me cry.
Now I'm in my room,
starring at a knife.
Wanna know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking about ending my life.
I feel like I have nothing left,
nothing left at all.
You made me so sad,
you wouldn't even call.
You've done all this to me,
and you can't take it back.
I hope you go to hell,
just know that it's a fact.
It sounds kinda foolish,
but that's how I feel.
I'm not playing anymore,
this is all very real.
You'll never have me again,
you stupid piece of sh*t.
Look out, here it comes,
this is gonna be it.
The knife is going in,
it's cutting really deep.
I'm ending it all now,
see, it looks like I'm asleep.
