Goodbye, I'm Sorry.

All I want is you.

Why won't you love me?

These cuts on my arm

Stand for the times you've hurt me.

See?

The pain never really goes away.

Nor do the memories.

I remember all of the times when you cared for me,

when you held me,

and told me you loved me.

All of that is over now.

It will never be the same again.

If I can't get what I want,

then I will never live again.

That's right,

I'm giving up.

This knife I have in my hand,

it's my only hope.

I am hoping it will kill me,

because I don't wanna be here anymore.

So here it goes,

one final cut,

In the place where you've hurt me the most,

my heart.

Please don't cry over me,

I'm not worth any tears.

But I do hope you'll miss me when I am gone,

because I will miss you.

Goodbye, my love.