I Guess You Don't Care

I offer my blood
The pain of a broken heart
Will you take it?
Or throw it back?
Laugh at my hurt
‘Little girl tears,
Are things you shed?
Should I end it for you?’
You draw a loaded gun
Point it at me
Do I care?
Pulls the trigger
I guess
That you never cared
I just hope
You rot in hell
All alone.