You called me IRRELEVANT but not to my face. It hit me soo hard. I wish sometimes that we never met. Or that I would've never told you how I felt in the first place. I gave up on myself, I would die for you but I didn't expect you to be the one behind the trigger. You stabbed me in the back and took the knife out and stabbed me again and again and again and again. You knocked the breath out of me. The life out of me. From here on out whenever I hear your name, voice, laugh, anything. A little piece of me dies and eventually I'll be gone. It'll be "Because of You".
