This knife I use to cut real deep,
The towel's where the blood will seep.
Crying, sitting here, wondering why,
All I can think about is wanting to die.
I hope you feel the pain I do,
Because you're the one who caused me to.
To cut myself and live with regret,
When all you have to do is live and forget.
It's not fair that you hurt me,
It's getting dark, I can barely see.
I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you,
When you see this note, you'll be sorry too.
Here you are, you push open my door,
And you see me lying there on the floor.
You run to me to try and caress,
It's clear to see my soul's almost at rest.
As you sit there looking into my eyes,
I ask if your love was just a bunch of lies.
You tell me 'No,' and hug my tight,
But I push you away and put up a fight.
You ask me 'Whats wrong?' and I tell you 'You lied,'
You've broken my heart and that the reason I've died.
