As I take the blade in my hands and put it up to my veins
I think about all the good things we had together.
You were so sweet and caring. I felt complete and happy
and always thought that you were not worth sharing.
You told me that you loved me and only me.
You told me that you would never cause me any pain.
I took all your words for granted thinking I could trust someone like you.
Look at me now sitting here thinking it was all true.
The tears running down my cheeks are not for you.
The blood running down my wrist is not for you.
The only thing that is yours is my hate towards you.
