the end like you want it

you tell me who I am
like I asked you to
like I want to get more depressed
by your hurting words which slice through me like knives

according to him
I'm mean, nothing to live for, ugly, a *bunny*, stupid
I don't do anything good
I should better kill myself like God wanted it

wave me goodbye
kick me out the house
2 days later, here I lay
numbness, with the knife on my wrist

let blood poor out like a fountain
like he wanted me to end
seems like I'm finally doing things good
his way

a day later
they found my body
scarred and empty
they all think I was selfish

my funeral
daddy's whispering
telling me
that I finally did something good

and standing here next to my body
I finally feel happiness
cause I've done something good
cause I would do everything to make my dad feel happy about me