I sit on my front porch,
Staring into space...
Please don't cut,
That's what they always say...
She couldn't handle the pain,
Couldn't handle no love...
So it's been a constant headache
To try and make you see...
Can you even see me?
Are you listening to my plea...
[ Sorry the title is so lame, I didn't know what...
There are so many people out there...
The blood flows upon
My cut and broken skin...
She was pretty,
she was thin...
Why do you hate me
is it my hair...
My heart knew all along,
What my head would not believe...
That night I sat so still
Quivering with fears...
The demons in my head
whisper to me...