As i look at my reflection
Tears come to my eyes...
The scars on my arm
are memories that wont fade...
Eating away at her soul
the sadness doesn't go...
They see a girl and they think she has it all
They say she's beautiful...
I'm sorry for being gay
I'm sorry for not being what u expected, not being...
Songs sing my words,
Dances show my moves...
My pain No one can understand
Im showing how i feel with cuts on my wrist...
As she walks-head straight down,
no one knows they cause that frown...
The only thing thats killing her
is the razor that is in her hand...
Could you cope with hating yourself ,
For hurting everyone around you...
To make her feel beautiful she puts on her face
But as the day goes on the tears wash it away...
I just want to feel something
Is my blood pumping...