I like to write letters,
letters on my wrist...

We used to be the best of friends
We told eachother everything...

She doesn't understand me,
she thinks I still play with toys...

No one understands me,
they all think I'm okay...

Red blood falling down
Her sorrow is gone for now...

See these scars on my arm?
You were the one who caused this harm...

If I told you how I feel,
Would my life become surreal...