First you made me want to live then you made me want to die.
One of your many talents is making girls like me cry.
I would sit for hours and drown in my own tears.
Tears for all the bullshit you constantly screamed in my ears.
The first cut I made seemed to help it to dim.
Now there are millions on my every limb.
I cut and cut till my veins run dry.
The same question I keep asking you is, "Why?"
Why did you find pleasure in killing me from the inside out?
The pain is something I could've gone my whole life without.
But the good news is I've found my escape in one way.
Listening to music every night and day.
All my absolute favorite songs.
Help me to scream out all of your wrongs.
Nirvana, Sleeping with Sirens, and Mayday Parade.
Are only a few of my heroes who made the pain fade.
My cuts are all healed but the scars still remain.
As the years go by I'm sure they will wane.
Though they'll never be completely gone they'll remind me.
Of those torturous months with you and my constant plea.
For you to change and love me like you should.
Though now I know that you never really could.
Because you listen to shitty music and take things for granted.
But I have found my song and I've been enchanted.
