I take my blade across my wrists,
and let the blood drip, drip, drip.
While Im suffering on the floor in pain,
screaming in agony,
All thats running through my mind is thoughts.
I see things from when I was little girl,
and wonder why my dad left me,
and my family.
And I ask myself questions about my past.
Did I do something to make him leave?
Will he ever come back?
And all I get is dark thoughts.
He tells me that Im not his little gurl no more,
and now Im rele not gonna be,
because Im gonna set my soul free.
All I dreamed about is him coming back,
him loving and caring about me.
But god must fucking hate me,
he never let that be.
And all I can say is fuck everyone that has hurt me,
soon my soul will be set free. |
