Would it matter to you,

If I died tomorrow?

What would you do,

If I said this was for you?

Would you really care

Like you said you would?

Or would it just pass through the air

And mean nothing at all?

Remind me why I try.

Why I even bother to attempt,

To hold back when I cry,

Just to keep you happy.

It doesn’t matter to you,

Not in the least way.

Nothing I do,

Even gets into your head.

Maybe if I died,

If I just disappeared.

If I sat down and cried,

Right in front of your face.

Then would you see?

Would it finally matter?

Would you really see me?

Or just the blood and the razor?

Maybe just an attempt,

I’ll try it now.

So they’ll hold you in contempt,

For what you did to their friend.

She’s now

Oh so hollow.

And I mean how

Could you allow that?

You never knew?

You mean to tell me,

That there was nothing you could do,

To even try to stop it?

Well now you can see,

What you really did.

What has happened to me

Because of what you said.

You ask “why do you talk?”

You tell me to shut up.

Well now after this razor’s walk,

...I’ll be quiet forever...