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If I knew you were going I would've done a lot more, but I didn't see until recently and now you've closed the door
I would've told you that I loved you and how I need you so, to keep my life going but now you'll never know
You kept hanging out with bad people, you were easily slipping away
And it all ended, on this unfaithful day
For you went to a party and you drank and drank and drank
And you got into a car with some dirty skank
You turned the key in the ignition, put the pedal to the floor
You were going too fast, and now you're here no more
Why did you drink and drive? Didn't your mother tell you it was bad?
Didn't she tell you that if you did, it would make everyone so sad?
You killed yourself in that stupid car and now you're gone, you've gone too far
For I can't see your lovely smile or your beautiful face
I can't hear your wonderful voice, I can feel no more grace
After the funeral I took the long way home, I walked so slow I just wanted to be alone
Bad things were running through me head, I couldn't get you out of my mind
Well I thought this is the end, I'm so selfish so unkind
I took a knife into my room and slid it along my wrists, got out a photo of you and gave you a kiss
I laid there for hours, waiting to die
My friends is all I could think of and all I could do is cry
Oh my God! What have I done? I've left everyone!
I tried to sit up, tried to yell out to my mum
But I was to weak, it was to late
This is the end, this is my fate
I'm sorry mum, I'm sorry dad. Don't be sad, please don't be mad
My breathing got shorter as I held his picture tight, and laid there on my bed and died right there that night! This is a note to say good bye to all the things that I deny.
The things that make me cry, the things that make me weep.
The things that make me scared and the things that make me freak.
So I say goodbye to all those things, so I can go on with many more things.
I see a girl with so much pain
her eyes are clouded over with her rain
they tell a story of much needed love
but of how she is never good enough.
She turns to the knife
because she thinks she is broken
and her only way to feel is with tears of crimsom sliding down her wrist.
She tries to be happy
but there is to much strife
She feels as if she is losing her life
slowly its slips out of her reach.
She has been beaten
used
loved
and has lost so much in her life.
When i look at this girl
i feel sad to know
she is everything i hate
and yet as i stand in front of the mirror i know this girl is me!
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