She sits alone,
looking down at her wrists,
he's all she thinks about
she's sick of the pain,
she's sick of the stress
she gets a pen and starts to express,
she writes....
dear whoever cares,
whoever cares,
you're just not enough,
I'm hated by many, I'm loved by none
so when you read this I'll be long gone,
I'll be with the angels and god...
that love me
my wrists tell the story of my whole life,
how one guy hurt me,
how no one loves me,
and everything else is full of shit
this is my final goodbye to....
whoever cares
don't worry i won't be missed
