You sit there and play with your knife
the one who wants to take my life...

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

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

I have a good friend
shes like my sister...

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...

You tell me the things i need to do
just to be liked by you...

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

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