You found out

You found out i was doing it
but you didn't want to confront me
you found all the stuff i used
you didn't want to trigger my mind

You found the suicide note
that i was going to print out
you finally realized
how i really felt

You found the razor
That i used on my wrist
You found the reason why
In a short and simple list

You found out more about me
That night you tripped with a thud
You found your face
In a pool of my very own blood

You found out that i wasn't here
For once you cried a tear
You found out that i hated you
And you didn't know what to do

You found out what you should do
To cover up my body
You found out the perfect plan
To hide me in the lobby

But this time you didn't find out
They are the winners this time
You tried to say it wasn't you
Lies, they are all lies

They found my body
In the storage shed out back
They found the razors
that i used on my pitiful skin

You said that it was a suicide
You demanded to be set free
But still you were convicted
For the death of me....