September 23, 1999 for the people who blames You

Can't you see

It's not your fault, why can't you see?
But this bit is 'cause you won't listen to me.
I'm only 20, what would I know?
everyone hates, I'm all alone.
I'm forced to make choices,
importance can't see,
I'm just going along for the ride.

This is the end, of life as they know,
I'm dead, I'm twisted,
I Can't see my soul.
Running away, or killing myself,
you gave me the knife,
and dug in my flesh.

Cutting myself, it's not the pain,
the blood is my own,
the flesh ain't the same.
So I stopped last night,
apart from today.
Away with the knife,
it leads you astray.

You think I'm so great,
not really you're blind.
I'm trying to express,
what's wrong with my mind.
Every night I lie, it's writing or cutting,
one drips blood,
blood ain't hurting.

It's not your fault, why can't you see?
But this bit is 'cause you won't listen to me.

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