i lie here in my bed
wishing i was dead
how stupid was i to think that he ever loved me
why cant he just let me be
he knows that i loved him
down to hell i swim
just thinking about him should be a sin
making me bleed in this skin
should i just think about moving on
all these cuts have gone
its hard to leave him
as this skin i skim
letting my thought of him pour out
as i do this with a doubt
will he ever be gone from my mind
i wish the answer is what i could find
but i don't know
all this goes to show
that you don't trust a teen with a knife
for she will take her life
