I Told You So

I'm so fucked up I don't know what's wrong.

I just know that I'm always alone.

No one gives a damn and that's how it should be.
Why care about the lonely freak?

Tear apart her skin and maybe you'll find something

But deep inside, her heart's gone missing.

It's such a tragedy but no one was there with me

And who cares about this suicidal freak?

She plays games with her demons but they'll always win.

She comes out with nothing and in the end,

I told you so,

In the letter she wrote.

She's not coming back, that suicidal freak.

Now she can breathe

And she's six feet under.

No one will notice that she's not there.

Tear apart the open wound and let the sorrow bleed through,

Drip onto the ceiling and through the walls.

Misery resides here for no cause.

It's all over,

She said she would do it.

Now what will you do when it's someone who's loved--

Someone who's not such a mess?

Let them try but she has conquered.

They all try but she's gone forever.