Every time i see you i get this weird feeling,
i told my mum about it and she said it was a little thing called love,
the more time i spent with you the bigger the feeling got,
my friends told me to go for it,
that i had nothing to lose..
but i wasn't sure..
and it turned out that i was right..
i told you how i felt,
and you threw it back in my face,
well now I've learned,
never to trust people again,
i wont tell them how i feel,
i will keep it inside me,
just like everything else,
I'll bring it out in my creativity,
i sit on my bed and wish,
i wish for a better life,
i wish that someone would love me the way i wanted,
then i realize that it isn't going to happen,
so i cut my worries away,
one slash for me,
another slash for the girl who laughed at me,
another slash for all the people who cared or pretended to,
then i fall to the floor,
aware of what I've done,
I've killed me, my life has gone...
