As I sit in my room alone at night,
I look at what's an ulgy sight.
Nobody knows where the marks came from,
Except for me cause I'm the one that done.
While crying I grabbed that silver knife,
And think that all of them are right.
I shouldn't be here; not on this earth,
Maybe I should've died while mama givin' birth.
Maybe I'm scared,
All becauase they dared.
Now as the blood runs out I've finally shared,
Now everyone knows I'm scared.
