Did I even mean anything to you?
Or was I just a toy for you to subdue?
I dont know anymore the real me
When I look in the mirror I cant understand
what and who I see.
You've sent me back to the way I use to be
Cold hearted, bitter, and inside angry.
The blood from my wrists tell my story
I wanna die and be dead and buried.
My image of myself is incomplete, broken, and dead
Why is my blood all thats being shead?
I know I'm not perfect
Nothing but a burden for some lost soul to collect.
But you made me think different
But it was all a lie and every word you never meant.
But I will find someone better than you
And with that happiness there's nothing you can do.
Give me what I could never ask for
Give me back my heart untoar.
So I can give it to another who deserves what I have to give
A dead soul that desperatly wants to live.
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