Because Of Them

Whats the point in having friends,
When hey make you feel like sh*t.
Because of them i cut myself,
But that i wont admit.

Because of them i cut myself,
To send away the pain.
The pain they cause for me to live,
But to them its just a game.

Where were they when I needed them,
Did they think of me at all.
Would they try and catch me,
If my soul was to fly but fall.

They never tried to catch me,
For this i cant forgive.
Because of them i cut myself,
And no longer want to live.

Because of them i cut myself,
And want to get away.
Because of them i cut myself,
My soul died the 10th of May.