Let the surrounding world pass me by
as i look at my life and ask myself why...
Cut, cut, young girl,
Thought you could make your problems fade...
Why are you so against me killing myself?
Why do you really care so much...
Every since I came back to your life,
You acting like you don't want to be my wife...
People tell me i don't know how they feel
but truth is i may know exactly how they feel...
Hands clasped over my ears
I taste the salt of my tears...
Party time at the pub and the drinks go around
everyone smiling no sight of a frown...
I'm sharp and I'm cold,
I never grow old...
Walking into school
Feeling all the glares...
Nobody noticed the pretty girl
alone in the corner...
Look at those scars
they map out the pain...
*really long but please read and r/c*
Men and women all dressed in black...