Will I Be Missed?

When I fist met you, you knew I liked you
We'd go driving round in your car, kissing
I remember laying in bed wondering
If it was me you were missing

Then you left, guess we both kinda moved on
But now you're in my life again, its upside down
You make me feel good, just by your touch
I feel like a princess without a crown

You don't want a girlfriend right now
And I got a man in my life
And so I ask these simple questions
Just as I pick up my knife

Do you stop and think of me?
Would you care about this stain?
Would you really give a damn
If all my blood started to drain?

I think I know the answers,
But then I think I'm probably wrong
I feel like I'm trapped somewhere between
Limbo and a sad little song

So as I slide the sharpened blade
Across my innocent whitened wrist
I wonder to myself over and over
Am I going to be missed?