Just Wanted To Say

I wanted to tell why, I was so lost inside.
The way I’d would close all my doors and hide.
Would you have really have liked to know my pain?
Because knowing you, you would have thought it was lame.

Does blood have to hit the floor before care?
Maybe you could come up with some excuse saying I was just too much to bare.
It’s not like you didn’t see the cuts across my arm.
And it hurts more knowing I was not worth your alarm.

You’re out of life and thank god for that,
And to tell you the truth I don’t want you back.
I can be me without you hurting the way you can only do.
And some day when you feel this way I hope you think of me too.