You think your words don't hurt;
That they don't cut me to the bone...
You think it won't bother me;
Being here alone...
With blade in hand;
I call this an end.
You left me here;
Trying to blend...
Blend with the noises, blend with the voices...
You said you were done...
Said you couldn't take it;
You left me here alone.
This is over;
I'll be done..
Look for me;
I'll be gone...