Your curse...

I'm cold and I'm ugly.
I look in the mirror and see.
Something that resembles me.
I don't know where we went wrong.
But you acted like you knew it all along.
You left me like there was no tomorrow.
You left me and you feel no sorrow.
Back off the bounce with someone else.
As my self esteem melts.
Breakdown is all that's left.
Breakdown leaves such a mess.
I don't know where to turn.
So the pictures and memories of you I burn.
Cut that part out of my life.
I wish I could cut these memories with the same knife.
The blood drains from my wrist.
Was it you that wanted this.
Well this is all that I've got.
And you got what you want.
Here I am.
Feeling less then a man.
I feel tired and sleepy.
And all I can see is what you've done to me.
In my ears I can hear your words.
In my dying moment I can feel your curse...