Why?
why do you hate me so much
why even when I'm gone
do you have to make me feel like Ive done everything wrong
why do you make me feel like picking up this knife
why do you make me feel like taking my own life
it all feels like a bad dream
but really i just think you like to hear me scream
you like me to have bad dreams
you want me to feel bad
you want me to feel sad
you don't want me to show the bruises
the ones you put on me
the ones that always made me scream
i was the only one that you could take your anger out on
and now your mad that Ive gone
I'm gone because of you
I'm gone because of you and your yelling
you and the bruises i have that are swelling
you and your drugs
you and all your fake hugs
you and your dam.n drugs
i don't see how you are still living to this day
i sure know i wouldn't be able to go that way
which is exactly why i wont stay
while I'm sitting here on my floor
i now truly understand all those times
when you said you needed more
i blame myself
for all those welts
i blame myself
and thats why I'm gone
i blamed myself
all along
i blame myself
now I'm gone
