Did You Think of Me?

the knife sits in that hidden place,
tears are flowing down your face,
how do they taste,
all this blood,
what a waste,
thick as mud,

thinking of you makes me sick,
so i just don't
thats my little trick.

I don't gotta listen to you call me a cunt
you and your little stunt.

did you think of me?
when you broke my mamas heart?
why'd you treat me so dirty?
and tear her heart apart?

she never did anything to you
except be a good girl
still you couldn't be true
you make me wanna hurl

you treated us like shit
i watched her cry
all you did was sit
why'd you hafta lie?

you don't deserve happiness,
not after you created such a mess
mom shoulda just left your pathetic ass
your stupid, horny mass

am i gonna cry at your funeral?
hell, not at all

i hope she does the same to you
don't know what else she could do
to show you what pain youve made
just to get fucking laid

did you think of me when you looked her in the eye
and told her that she had no reason to cry
did you think of me when some random bitch sucked your dick
when she fucked you real rough and quick?

did you think at all?
when you ignored her call?
must of been a good whore.
for you to want more

I want nothing do to with you dad
cause you made mama sad.