One day it's all great,
there was no such thing as hate
we were laughing smiling and inlove
he was my addiction and i was his drug
who knew things could change so fast
i really thought forever we would last
afew wrong words and a bad reaction
who knew someone could say something
that hurtful with such a passion
'you dirty tramp, you little whore'
glass shatters and i hit the floor
afew hours later he shows up at my door
he claims, 'i never said that, I never called you a whore
Baby, You missunderstood
but i'm really sorry for what you heard
Do you forgive me baby, Do you forgive me now? '
'How can I Seriosly How? '
He leans in for a kiss yet i turn my head away
he kisses my cheek anyway
He calls me every hour the next day
Yet i never answer it, i just want him to go away
Leave my life and never come back
So the next day i went Wack
I robbed my bathroom cabinets and took pills that i didn't need
i took a razorblade and cut till i started to bleed
he started to freak when i wouldn't answer my phone
then he started to get nothing but a dial tone
he came to my house but i didn't answer the door
he came in walked upstairs and there i was lying on the bathroom floor
there wasn't anything he could do, i was already gone