You

Im standing here screaming
You don't care
I feel like im dreaming
This life isn't very fair

The blood,the scars you didn't worry
The drugs, the drinking, my problem
No room for me in this life of hurry
No wonder you didn't try to stop them

But now it's to late
Your trying to make it better
For you, i have to much hate
So i wrote it in this letter

You were ment to be there, I was there for you.