I want you to bleed, I want you to see
I want to see what's inside me.
I want you to fear, I want you to fear
what I am going to be.
I want you to know, I want you to know
that you've hurt me
I hope you are happy, I hope you are.
You've taken my soul, and put it in this hellhole.
I hate you, I hate my life.
I can't help but stare at this sweet, sweet knife.
Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was the stife.
All I know is that while i cut my wrist, a sweet smile appears on my lips. |
