With every small hole in a balloon more and more air slips away
With every small cut on my wrist more and more life slips away
With every sharp point another hole appears
With every uncaring, hateful person another cut appears
Slowly the air in the balloon glides away until nothing is left
Slowly the life in my is gliding away
The balloon is no more
I wish I could be no more
The balloon has no feelings
I however feel deeply
The balloon doesn't care if you hate it
I however, care very much if you hate me
You killed the balloon uncaring
I wish you knew thats what you're doing to me
You stabbed the balloon until it died, not even caring
You're causing me to stab myself, and you're still not even caring
