Death of me
If I was gone tonight
Would you cry
Would you even notice
Me slip through the night
Find me in the tub
Blade in my hand
Cuts on my arms
Stained with blood
Would you blame yourself
For the way you treated me
Don't look back.
Because no matter what you do
There was nothing left of me worth saving
Never would have thought I'd do this
Would you have told me to stay
And maybe you would help me through this
I'm always repeating in my head
I just can’t do this.
So I just add to the bruises.
Maybe you will notice
Tell me i'm not alone
Only lies seep from your mouth
Because you never pick up your phone
Say you only want the best for me
Little do you know
You will literally be the death of me.
I'm just trying my best
Why can't you see?
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