as i glide the knife across my thigh
all my thoughts are of you
the more i think about you the more i cry the deeper i cut
why is this my last resort?
it shouldnt be this way
can you still feel me?
does this hurt you too?
im dying inside, now its growing on the outside too
will you miss me when im gone?
will you cry when you see my face on the news and in the newspaper
will it tear you apart wondering what if?
do i even still matter to you?
it sure doesnt seem that way
if im sitting here loving and caring about you so much
when you dont even care then why am i still here?
with this knife ill cut out a part of me
the part that cares for you
 
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