You look into my eyes every morning,
Yet you still can't see,
The pain my body holds,
You can't even see the scars on my wrists,
Why do you act like i don't exist?
What if i took those scissors and cut a bit deeper,
Would you realize the pain inside me?
If you did see the scars,
Would you really care?
Or say i'm a stupid little girl?
If you say i'm a stupid little girl,
At least realize i'm YOUR little girl!
