To bad

I sit in my room with the music up high
as my crying goes to screaming

all you hear is the music
you turn up the volume to your own music

you didnt think anything is wrong
till u come in and see what has happened

you see me on my bed
you come over to say good night not knowing what i have done

you see a razor in my one hand
with my other hand on my neck

stains of blood on the bed
blood running out of my neck

you try to figure out why i did this
you dont know it was because of you

you never learn from your mistakes
you never took the time to talk

you never came to me in my time of need
you never helped me when i was down on the ground

all you did was think of yourself
never about anyone else