Goodbye?

The knife is no longer my best friend
I gave up the cutting, too many scars
The knife wasn’t gonna` help me till the end
What was I thinking when I wished on all those stars

There are too many scars on these arms
Someone’s going to notice sooner or later
That’s why I stopped cutting, everyone’s gonna` know I self-harm
And once they find out… they’re all gonna be saying “ohh I hate her”

Only few people know and I’d like to keep it that way
Only my few best friends actually care
If I need help I can talk to them about it everyday
Only a couple of them are always there

Now one is gone and I really regret saying all the things I said
I need you here, I need you now, now I’m crying all the time
If we’re not gonna` be friends then I’d might as well be dead
Is it really time to say our goodbyes?