the end like you want it you tell me who I am like I asked you to like I want to get more depressed by your hurting words which slice through me like knives
according to him I'm mean, nothing to live for, ugly, a *bunny*, stupid I don't do anything good I should better kill myself like God wanted it
wave me goodbye kick me out the house 2 days later, here I lay numbness, with the knife on my wrist
let blood poor out like a fountain like he wanted me to end seems like I'm finally doing things good his way
a day later they found my body scarred and empty they all think I was selfish
at my funeral people whispering telling me that I finally did something good
and standing here next to my body I finally feel happiness cause I've done something good cause I would do everything to make people happy
lilcamo5 · Sat Dec 06, 2008 @ 09:14pm · 0 Comments |