Its all your fault

Its all your fault
why i feel so shitty
i really cant stand
all of the pity.

you can go off
and have a nice life
as i sit here
holding the knife

this was my escape
my very own place
where i don't have to hide
my wrist, patterns of lace

its your fault
why I'm like this
you made my life
full of twists

i hide behind the knife
sitting in my room
feeling nothing
but gloom

its your fault
that i don't have friends
that i can share secrets with
till the end

its your fault
i always feel sad
when you hit me
i can only feel mad

it was your fault
why i turned to the knife
you made my world
full of pain and strife

its all your fault
why i am now gone
you were never a father
that would stay long.

its all your fault
why ill never have a good day
its all your fault
why i didn't turn out "your way"

I'm sorry dad
that i put all the blame on you,
but its all your fault,
and this much is true.

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