I'm sorry that I was never good enough for you
No matter what I did you never were happy with me
It seemed like everything I did made you mad, upset, or disappointed in me
But you would always tell me that you would never leave me
But I guess you lied about that
So mascara is running down my face because my heart is falling out of place because you left me
So I'm going to paint a picture with my razor
The paint is my blood
The canvas is my wrist
I know you probably won't even notice that I'm gone
But I just wanted you to know
That I Have Always Loved You
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