I don't think you realize
I don't think you care
I might've died
all because of you

You tore me up
and watched me bleed
you wanted it on your terms
and you couldn't care less
if you saw the way I cried

You have no sympathy
for the way you hurt me
"It's fine," you told me
ignoring the scars of your touch

I wish I could forget
and let go of all of it
but the memory haunts me
like a ghost that can't let go

You wanted control
and you have it now
at the cost
of all of me