I'm gone now and theres nothing you can do.
you cry in vain wishing i could have changed.
but i ask you,
how was i suppose to change when you said there was nothing wrong?
that i was OK,
and didn't need to be helped?
i saw everything that was wrong with me but you just didn't want to see.
you saw me cry,
you heard me scream,
you helped me with my suicide.
but i just want you to know that I'm happier now.
no one's here to bring me down,
and make me run in fear.
but hope the other ones i know and love don't blame themselves.
because i just had to give up and move on with my life.
even though they can't see me or feel the touch of my hand,
whenever they ask for me,
i come and I'm listening.
just because i still haven't given up on all the things I've loved.
and even though I'm gone for good,
doesn't mean I'm really gone.
because,
My Teenage Suicide,
didn't take it all...
