I slit my wrists and wonder why.
My blood hits the floor
I'm hoping for a chance to cut to deep and die,
all this blood surrounds me
but no one hears my cry...
You should be glad that its over
its over between you and me
so stop calling me you "lover"
all this pain inside that you've caused me.
I wont let you see me cry,
but you know that i do...
you don't seem to care
i guess i dont blame you.
