We haven't spoke in months, and its driving me insane,
It's like your leaving me to rot, in this suicidal brain.
You think it won't afect me, I'll just go on with life,
No - because of you - it's a nightly battle with the knife.
I feel life's not worth living, I'm losing at this game,
We all knew I was to ugly to ever reach that dream of fame.
Because of you I cry myself to sleep,
And the nightmares never end or cease.
I feel like I was a burden all along,
You know - since that day - I haven't sang a song.
I just miss you really bad, and I'm having a rough night,
I thought if I typed it out I'd have more will to fight.
But I'm still depressed as ever, and I still miss you,
What must I do to end this fued?
I'm a suicidal mess who needs her best friend,
If you ever read this - please put this to an end.
