How can you try to patch up my broken heart,
only to rip a bigger hole left to bleed?
Stabbing over and over, the only part,
taking away all happiness, smiles, with greed.

Why did you ever come at all?
When all you wanted was to "use me"?
When finished, left me to fall
without anything, nowhere to flee.

What did I ever do wrong?
Was it the way I held you, loved you?
Soon there will be nothing left of me for long
Huddled alone, with bittter-sweet memories, scared

Just wait till Im gone, a speck of dust
will you pity me, love me, or maybe even need?
When all our shared and happy memories rust,
remember you were the one who left me to bleed.