When your around your other friends
you ignore me like I'm dead...

Jusus is in my life
he died for all my pain and strife...

I have a blade and i want to use it
to take me away from all this shit...

I want you to feel what i feel
i want you to feel what i feel everytime you smoke...

They tell me to stop eating
stay away from feeding...

They seached my locker
and found a shocker...

I carry a blade with me
in only a place the i can see...

I cut every night
to try and end this fight...

You make fun of me
im gross disgusting, and nasty...

You yell at me
you wonder whats wrong with but cant you see...

From day one i can see
all the feelings that you had for me...

I have a blade and i want to use it
to get away from all this shit...