I thought that i was doing the right thing
by calling that number
it just wanted to help you
but apparently you did not want me to
i was told i did something good
but you look at me like i was the one
that was hurting you
i do not have many friends
and you always told me i could come to you
so instead of coming to you
face to face
i have decided to write it down
your like one of my friends
i did not want to see you get hurt
so i dialed those three numbers
9-1-1
you did not want to get help
and other people were blaming me
because i was the one that pushed you
i was not saying
take those pills
and slit your wrists
but people still look at me
like i was the one who told you to do it
and you still make me feel
like i was the who did it
you tell me
thanks for calling 9-1-1
charcole tastes great
but you say it in a sarcastic way
so then i know
that you didnt really mean thanks
my heart breaks everyday
just by seeing
the way you look at me
like i am no longer you daughter
another thing is
i bought you and my boyfriend a gift
him a shirt
and you a candle
i gave you your gift
after that i showed you
what i had got for him
in a secret way
you said you did not like the gift i got you
you said
whu did not you get me a shirt
that broke my heart
you do not know how i feel
because you do not understand
i wish you could though
were drifting apart
i go my own way
and you go yours
we barely talk anymore
so i go to my dads
because there i feel i am wanted
and when i look at you
the feeling comes back
of my broken heart
