Don't ask me why the lines are there
i won't tell you
i won't tell you why i kept the penknife in my pocket
why i snatched it away when you needed to use it
why i spend over 5 bucks per week on new blades
why it rusts faster then usual
or why it often spots red blotches
don't ask me what it's all about
i won't tell you
i won't tell you why I'm trying to kill the pain
why I'm trying to kill myself
why i ran the knife over my skin again and again
why I'm so broken
or why i cry myself to sleep every night
don't ask me why i won't tell you
i won't tell you
i won't tell you why i often wear a plastic smile
why i feel so shattered deep inside
why i don't share about my problems
why i don't want you to think I'm psycho
or why i push you away every time you ask me why?
