Have you ever noticed,
How there are lines...
Do you know me?
I bet you don't...
I look at these cuts,
These scars imbedded in my arm...
I done did it,
On my wrist i made a long slit...
Why am i this way?
Why do i f**k things up everyday...
They ask me what I want for Christmas,
I tell them that I don't know yet...
Dont look at me,
coz i dont wanna see you...
VI:
Open wounds - Bleeding on the ground - You know...
I remember when I was younger
Pretty as could be...
Can you not see me ?
Or am I invisible to you...
Its a hard thing to do
Not thinking about him...
This is an addiction I never should have started,
I cut even when I'm not broken-hearted...