~People tell me they don’t want 2 c me cry, its true cause they just want 2 c me die.
One after another they break my heart, but do they know there killing me part by part?
I don’t think I can take ne more, don’t b surprised if u c me dead on the floor
Ill cut my wrist until it bleeds, it’ll take care of all my needs
They will pretend like they care, but they know they’re part of the pain I couldn’t bare
Nobody knows how they affected my life, until they see their names carved on my flesh with a knife.
I hope a piece of me will live with them by their side, so I can torture them until they want 2 hide.~
