I've seen the way you look at me.
I've seen the way you stare.
I know that deep inside you want
To run your fingers through my hair.
But that thought makes you uncomfortable
And that thought makes you sick inside.
You want to run away and scream.
You want to run away and hide.
But instead of understanding me
And instead of asking yourself why.
You just torment me day and day
And make me want to die.
I didn't mean to make you feel like that
And I didn't mean to make you cry,
And I hope that as you read this dear
You will understand why...
Why I have done what I've done
And why I had to go.
Don't cry for me, I know you won't!
Just let your spirit show...