You taught me how to walk and you taught me how to talk

You loved me when I didn't love myself, you taught me how to keep my head up 

You taught me how to be me, but it just wasn't good enough. 

I lied to escape, I lied so I didn't have to feel the pain, but with every tear it fell heavy like winter rain. 

Words spoken in vain, but what only remains is the rhythm of your destruction.

  So ruthless and uncaring, so disappointed and unloving. I tried to mkae you happy while I was tearing me apart. I fought for you and gave it my all, but in the end you took everything but my heart.  This blade drenched in liquid red soul  It's suicide we choose before we let them see us cry.