Do you enjoy hurting me
is that why you do it
Does it ease your
conscious
to blame me for everything
you`ve done
I hope it makes you feel better
about yourself
You make me hate
who I once loved to be
Sometimes your so sweet
considerate
PERFECT
I should have realized there
is no such thing
Hello Mr.Hyde
you make me want to die
Assisted Suicide
You may not have held
the gun to my head
but you made me pull the
trigger
or maybe drowning myself
in tears you made me
cry would be
better
So now i`m a bitch
you made me this way
why dont you
like it
how would you feel knowing
you gave me the razor
I used
to slit my
wrist
Would it eat at your
conscious
guilt looks so good on you
I want to make
it worse
when did I become so
hopeless
It must have been the
last time you
crushed me
and didnt
care
I`m fading now
just wanted to say goodbye
I love you Mr.Hyde
© 2006 BeTrAyEd
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