i hate looking at you
sometimes
i hate myself
sometimes
i'm not sure if you really care
when i needed you, you were there
but i'm not sure...
because you always find someway
to make me hurt again
and let me tell you, it's been three days
since i last made myself bleed
i don't know anymore
i'm just waiting for four
and i'm not really sure
if anyone even gives a shit about me
if i were to die today
such a lovely thought ---
would you cry for me?
sometimes i doubt it
maybe i should find out
everyone just seems....
to be out to get me today. |
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