They said..

They said that my help wasn't good enough, That the way I did things were wrong.

I told them, They never would know, What they had made me do..

But they never knew, No, They hadn't clue, What I had come to.

With a knife, or a bullet of a gun, I could end it all, what they called fun.

But they never knew!! Oh, No they never knew, What they had lead me to..

I could see the fake tears, Between the wine glasses, some fancy beers. But through them all, I could feel it all.