It was about ten o'clock
an you was hittin me up...

And the feelings just ain't the same
I'm still in love with you but not how i should be...

N when i thought we were gonna be together maybe...
so in love with you yet we have never been...

Only 16 i gave this boy what i had left
i thought it was love, he told me so...

Lying here wondering how I ever let you do that to...
I no it was sometime ago and people say I should...

I find my self looking back into the past..
looking back to that day...

All the blood dripping from that same razor that i...
this is gonna be the last time that I'm gonna here...

So just take to knife to my throat n cut it deep...
do it your self for your pleasure i no you want to...

Watching the razor as it cuts deep in my skin
watching the blood fallow as it gets longer till...

Waking up once again with out a smile on my face...
Waking up knowing that you are not mine...

A life inside of me..
and i start to weep...

Wondering how life works
what makes the paths not cross like once desired...