You have never seen me cry,
And yet you say I am a disgrace,
I am not afraid to die,
So continue to thrash at my face.

I have never back talked you,
And yet you lock me up in my room,
Now i don't know what i should do,
Maybe you will end this all too soon.

I guess i am to blame,
I guess i now understand,
I am your shame,
Because she died holding your hand.

Those nine months,
Where the best days of your life,
Those nine months,
Were the last for your wife.

Stop yelling at me,
I can not take it,
Just let me be,
I am getting tired of your shit.

Don't you think
I already have enough to regret,
I already blame myself,
How could i possibly forget.

I ended my mothers life,
Before i even got to know her,
I might as well have taken a knife,
And cut right through her.

Now you treat me like shit,
I have had enough,
I have to end it,
I have to be tough.

Maybe i will run away,
Or maybe i will stay,
Or maybe i will kill myself,
And make this all go away.