A lot goes through my head
Some happy and some i dread
Every night, late at night
I make decisions I know aren't right
I cut for my own sake
I smile because I have to fake
To hide my feelings I lie
Sometimes I even get high
I purge because I'm not perfect
I'm not even close in fact
I do it all to get by
Get by the next day in my life
Then I do it again, the same time everyday
I'm addicted to it all, just because I didn't listen to what people had to say
If I would have listened, I might be that perfect kid
But you can forget that, because instead this is what I did.
