How could you
Ruin my life the way you did?
Then come waltzing in
As if nothing ever happened.
What gives you the right
To ask for my love
When you never gave me yours?
Look at me, look long and hard.
See the hate in my eyes?
See the anger and hurt on my wrists?
I am what you made me.
This is what I've become.
And all i have to say is this:
Thanks a lot, mum.