hello Mr.Hyde

Do you enjoy hurting me
is that why you do it

Does it ease your
conscious
to blame me for everything
you`ve done

I hope it makes you feel better
about yourself

You make me hate
who I once loved to be

Sometimes your so sweet
considerate
PERFECT
I should have realized there
is no such thing

Hello Mr.Hyde
you make me want to die

Assisted Suicide

You may not have held
the gun to my head
but you made me pull the
trigger

or maybe drowning myself
in tears you made me
cry would be
better

So now i`m a bitch
you made me this way
why dont you
like it

how would you feel knowing
you gave me the razor
I used
to slit my
wrist

Would it eat at your
conscious
guilt looks so good on you
I want to make
it worse

when did I become so
hopeless
It must have been the
last time you
crushed me
and didnt
care

I`m fading now
just wanted to say goodbye

I love you Mr.Hyde