You could try and hate her
But you couldn't hate her any more than she did herself
Because the tracks on her arms
Well, they were the only thing people thought was real about her
She asked to live with me
She said she couldn't stay another night in there, living in fear
She couldn't understand
Their vindictive ways, just because she wasn't who they wanted
So she decides to kill herself
And leaves a note on the bathroom sink for them to find
Her body shivers
As she lets the pills slide down her throat as her lip quivers
And at her funeral
They dressed her in a suit and tie as I read the note she left
And it read
"Well if you only knew
What it was that I'm going through
Would you sympathize?
Or would you say that I'm to blame?
Well, it's not my fault!
I didn't choose to feel this way
If I could take it all back
You know I'd do it again
And pray to God I'd be a better man"
And they say they're not ashamed
That "It's not our place to keep her safe- no, it's not our place to keep HIM safe
There's nothing else that we could've changed"
But when they start to think she was right, well
A forty ounce bottle can change their minds
And it changed their minds
But it's not her fault
She didn't choose to feel this way and it's not her fault
She didn't mean to feel this way and it's not her fault
She never wanted to feel this way and it's not her fault
It's not her fault
But maybe it's my fault