In a faded state one Sunday afternoon
I dazed out on the couch, day would approach me soon
My life was in a shamble, a shakey, sloppy mess
So I wrote to you this poem, somethings I must confess
I saw it all along, that look was in your smile
You didn't seem to care that for you I'd walk a mile
I knew that you once loved me, now you said no more
You love was not eternal, but on this I could have swore
And you let me down, and you hurt my pride
You might as well have used a knife to split apart my side
I bled for you on Sunday, the proof is on the knife
You made me hate myself so much, I ended my own life