Hidden deep beneath my sleeves theres nothing there for you to see
just some scars from long ago of ancient tales left untold
of a girl praying for a break in which her own life is what it would take
a slit on the wrist a stab in the chest and there\'s nothing else to tell the rest
of all the people who gateher to see and laugh at what i never could be
can\'t you see i\'m sick od this? kife by my wrist other hand in a fist?
i don\'t care what you people have to say i was never here to stay
so laugh and laugh all you want i can\'t hear your tease and taunt
