The pain I felt, the tears I cried,
Never knowing why you lied.
My heart was torn, torn apart.
I've tried to forget but I can't.

When the blade, sliced through my arm,
All I felt was hate, but I was calm.
I saw the blood, run down to the floor,
And all because you left me once more.

It was your fault, that I cut myself, why I felt sad,
You had no right, to make me feel that that bad.
I wanted to die, sometimes I still do,
It's because you left me that way, it's all because of you.

Now time has past, and I have found love,
If it had not been for him, I would be dead, with God above.
My love, Mark, has saved me from that,
But your name will always remind me, haunt me.

Hate and pain in just one name...Matt.