Oh well, I guess you wish I was emo.
You want me to slit my wrists, my throat or hang
Pity, for you I wont sink so low.
With carvings on my back,
You left the dagger still intact.
And love lies bleeding.
I always knew you was an artist,
building me up, all the while you thought of her as we kissed.
All your friends call me scum,
But their calls no longer penetrate,
You left me so broke and numb.
This building on my mind and shoulders,
I couldn't hold on so long,
You knew I would finally break.
I was about to change for you, lose My identity, my life and name,
Just another pawn in your childish Little game.
So glad I awoke from your hold before I made such a mistake.
I shouldn't be so selfish,
I shouldn't be so cruel.
I guess I will turn emo,
Always did think of you
