You weren't there.

I had a huge fight with my mum last night,
you should have known that I wouldn't be allright.
I texted you that I was breaking down,
but you obviously thought that I was messing around.

After that phone call I cried myself to sleep,
now I'm wondering whether you're really worth it to keep.
Last night I did something, something that would disappoint,
I scratched and burnt myself, but I wanted to prove a point.

If you had been there you would have saved me,
but you weren't there and I think you didn't even want to be.
I'm hurt, I'm scared, I'm lost and want to die,
and this relationship to me is just one big lie.

Everytime when me and mum fight,
I just want someone to be there and make me feel allright.
I may not have said that, but you should have seen me through,
I really needed some comfort, I wanted you.

You were that person I needed to keep me calm,
but you weren't there so I resorted to self harm.
You see with burning, it's like a drug,
the release feels so good like getting a hug.

Unlike hugs, burning leaves a scar,
it's like a reminder that I've taken things too far.
"I'll never burn again," was exactly what I vowed.
I had gone so long without it, I felt so proud!

Now I'm back to stage one,
and those scars cannot be undone.
I thought you'd care, but I feel so alone,
and I'll be fighting this battle all on my own.

Go ahead and think I'm a freak,
our future together already looks so bleak.
I love you Hagan and I thought you'd care,
now I doubt that, because you weren't there.