• I do nothing but try to make your life better.
    And now I sit here writing my goodbye letter.


    I gave my blood, sweat, and tears.
    And how did you repaid me over the years?


    Never said a thing, gave a thanks, gave a shake.
    The smile always on my face had always been fake.


    I’ve worked to make you better, happier for so long.
    Would you give me a thanks if I was dead and gone?


    You’d say not a thing, shed those silent, fake tears.
    Make it look like you weren’t the cause for me living only fourteen short years.


    You’ll never admit all the wrongs that you did.
    How you ruined and caused the end of the life of your kid.


    Just pass on the blame, how could it possibly be you?
    Not a moments regret for what you did, and would still do.


    You took me for granted, never gave it a thought.
    You thought I was happy, though it was easy to see I was not.


    Just look at my dead body, on my arms the scars remain.
    You hide them from everyone, what would they think if they knew of my pain?


    Now that I’m dead, in the ground rotting away.
    Do you regret never saying thanks, when I gave everything… everyday?