You think its funny, what you've done
when i think of killing myself, i think of you as the gun
i see your face, even still today
the things you've said, will never go away
your the face of hate, the face that haunts me
your the face of evil of everything i see
of everyone who has hurt me and all i've been through
all that anger and pain just grew and grew
i want to cry so bad but fuck you it wont happen
your a piece of shit who into my life, you just crawled in
if you win this battle, and i do what you so wanted
i'll bury you with me, and my soul will not be haunted
i only hope my friends and family can understand how hard i fought
having friends and having babies were time that i had bought
this fight was going to happen, one day I knew it'd come
and here it is before me, and yet i can only feel numb
I will forgive the people and the things that i suppress
and when i'm 6 feet under, i will finally be at rest
