Don\'t

Donâ??t justify my actions,
And tell me that Iâ??m wrong.
Suggest your fancy notions,
Then ignore my somber song.

Donâ??t tell me Iâ??ll be alright,
And Iâ??ll be happy again.
I sit and clutch my blade so tight,
When will this depression end?

Donâ??t tell me that you never knew,
As you pick out all my flaws.
Cutting every night on cue,
F**k your half the cause.

Donâ??t look down and pity me,
Then flinch at my crimson wrists.
For maybe now youâ??ll truly see,
And why I canâ??t resist.

So sit and mourn if you wish,
Plagued with guilt in your head.
But for me death was bliss,
Truly happy now Iâ??m dead.