One to blame

When I think about it I start to cry,
I lay down and cut myself as I want to die.

Blood all around me I see my misery,
If he saw he wouldn’t care,
He\'d probably say good im glad I wasn’t there.

It makes me cry more,
And when I cry more I cut.
I like the blood that drips from my blade,
And after a while my pain begins to fade,

I feel dizzy and I cant feel much,
I can here people screaming, wut would bring her to such???

Im falling faster and faster I fall,
I can\'t feel anything I can\'t feel anything at all..

The pain is gone and so am I,
Now I don’t have a reason to cry.

I hate him oh how I hate him so,
He dosent care he does not at all,
He\'s probably glad that I had this fall.

He dosen\'t care if I live or die,
He didn’t even try to comfort me when he knew I would cry.

So now hes happy that i\'m dead and gone, He dosen\'t feel bad he dosen\'t feel shame, to bad he dosen\'t know hes the one to blame.