I am not right
not right for this place...

She slits her wrists but why?
because the blood shows the tears that she wants...

She let's the slits heel
hoping the scars will fade away...

It's a habit to cut
and it's a pleasure to bleed...

I don't know what made me think
he couldn't find the door in the light...

Soon it will be my birthday,
before i didn\'t know what i want...

On my shirt and on my dress,
100 dots, not more, not less...

Drugs, alcohol and older boys,
no more barbies or other toys...

There's nothing more beautiful then self inflicted...
when you feel really down and have nothing to...

She's scared of the dark
and afraid to go to bed...

Falling for someone is easy for me
but gettign over them is so much harder...

It's not called emo
it's called realistic...