Every day I cut myself wide open, just for you to reach inside and help yourself to all I have to give. you keep helping yourself, then you just complain, that you didn't like the way I put the razor to my skin. You didn't like the way I spilled fresh blood all over your new clean floor. So...what would you say? If I just walked away, would you just close your eyes, sigh and follow the trail of blood just to clean it up once again as you never remember to appreciate those who give. I can only take so much of your ungrateful ways, everything is never enough, you cause these tears and draw more blood.