Why can't they see how sad I really am?
I hope they'll see how depressed I really am
Yet praying they won't notice
Can't they tell my smiles are fake
My laughs are forced
Are they to blind to see how much I've cried
See the scars and blood from freash cuts
Can they not tell how I've changed
Maybe they do notice
Maybe they don't care enough to help
They see the scars and turn their nose
Thinking I just do this for attention
I'm not hideing anything
So why can't they see
