Confusion

I hear you calling, but I refuse
to allow myself to be hurt again
I know you're sorry, good grief I'm not stupid
but there's already blood on my hands

you showed me love, you showed me happiness,
i thought i was on top
but then i found out, your words weren't just for me
and soon, i began to drop

i fell and i fell until i couldn't anymore
and then i found myself lying on the floor
covered in blood from head to toe
where it all came from, i didn't really know

i layed there and cried myself to sleep
and never did i wake up again
i promised myself that i wouldn't weep
that i would at least try and stand

but you forced me down, you didnt help me up
and for that, dearest, well...
lets just say that YOU messed up