—to you

Im suicidal again.
Maybe it's my hair, my clothes;
Maybe it's the way I'm insecure,
The way I hate me.

I miss you, your voice.
Your very smile, your choice.
The choice to loved me, hate me;
The choice you hugged me, left me...

I'm suicidal again.
It's your fault.
No it's not, it's mine.
My fault.

My fault I left, my fault I cried.
My fault I cracked, my fault I smiled.

I smiled on your pain, smiled on your heart.
Smiled 'cause I got to leave,
Smiled 'cause you're not.

It's my fault isn't it, now that you're gone.
Punish me, may hell be with me.

from me—

—MooLarr—