Crying on the floor banging my fists digging my nails into my wrists changing my nails to razors and knifes blood rolls down and for me a new life so I call him, tell him what he's done and he says to me "Your just gonna run" and I scream. "You don't know what you did to me" he screams back "Baby I'm begging you please" I say silently "Oh, so now you care?" he says "bitch, I was always there! You were too busy stroking another guys hair." "telling him you love him & will always be there" I scream in anger. "You liar, you know that's not true! Your just saying that, because thats what you do!" he says sighly "You know, maybe that's true, it doesn't matter now though, nobody cares about you!" I slam the phone down go get that gun I know what I'm doing and I'm not gonna run. I pull the trigger, my life is done. I'm glad what I did, I do what I do. I bet he's sorry now, I hope it all comes back to you. He doesn't care when it was me he was dissin, But remember, I did this because of him.
