The scars on my arm
are memories that wont fade...

Please kill me now
You know you don't love me...

As the razor slides across my wrist
all my feelings start to pour out...

Looks of perfection on the outside
pain and sorrow on the inside...

I'm nice to everyone n yet
I'm hated by so many...

Stop taking over my life
and stop making me feel like shit...

Alone in this world,
with no one to trust...

When i talk to you
my heart skips a beat...

Is it love
or is it hate...

Everyones a fake ass b****
they all just left me in the ditch...

Another broken heart
how many times is this going to happen...

No hard feelings
still best friends...