Look

Still swinging in the trees
Still choking to death
And still no one sees

Look at my arm
Something went wrong
Another act of self harm

The little things
Eat away at me
This broken girl still sings

You want to hate me now
But look what you've done
It's clear to me and you can see how

Look at my arm
Look at my soul
Look at the dry blood
Look what you've done...