Maybe if I was more pretty
Or Maybe If i wasn't so tall...

They are an obsession
An obsession I cannot stop...

Around around
In this sick sick carousel...

It starts out with one small cut.
Then, you think: “Just one more time and...

Everyone stares as she slowly falls apart.
She tried being what they wanted...

She covers her arms and hopes no one notices.
Last night there was just too much pain...

As I stand by the mirror
on the medicine cabinet...

I am an artist
That noone knows...

Why does he make me do it?
He knows I’m under age...

I cut my wrist when I feel low
Just so I can see my blood flow...

The blade of depression cuts,
The blood of self-hate bleeds...

It makes me so mad
that he doesn't know anything about me...