Today you called me another name.
You act like it's a real fun game.
What you don't seem to understand,
Is because if you I am holding a knife in my hand.
You cut me first, deep inside
Forcing me not to feel, only to hide.
I push the knife deep into my skin,
I feel relief, deep within.
You see, you gave me so much pain
That I could not stand to face you again.
I write a note and grab a gun.
Sorry, this will ruin your fun.
For if I'm not here, you can hurt me no more.
So I pull the trigger and fall to the floor.
So that's why it's you who took my life,
Because of that first cut deep inside.
Next time, think before you do
And maybe you won't kill anyone new.
