My obsesion it hurts me inside.
my obsesion it burns my eyes...

This Girl she hides behind closed doors.
Hopeing no one will see the scars...

He cudles her and i feel pain,
He kisses her and needles shoot my brain...

Screaming the evidence of self harm,
Alcohol, it burns my arm...

High school was to much stress
she tries to hard to be popular...

Used and broken
Lost and choken...

He has another & ive been lost down to lay in...
I wonder if he hurts like me...

Im obsessed and i cant stop thoughts
i try my best to turn my chest...

My rubber duck
likes to frick...

I sit here and think of u. my arm is bruised from...
i cant tell a soul, how much i care, i was dissed...

IM sorry
i know the truth and yet u cant know... if i...