I hate when the day is new
Because I'm different from all of you
Depression has destroyed my personality
It's made me bland; I have no originality
I've made a cut for all I've done wrong
All my life, I've just wanted to belong
But I was given one look and rejected
Because I come off abused and neglected
I've done too many bad things in this life
So for every wrong, I used that knife
Now my arm's scarred up to my short sleeve
Reminding me, day after day, of why I wish to leave
Why do I take the shit and take the blame
Have you ever used your blood to write your name
Have you taken that knife to carve a heart
Then cut an X through it, destroying your art
For every wrong, for every mistake
There's a million more cuts I wish to make
I'm forgotten even though black doesn't blend
Does it hurt you to hear that I pray for a friend
God must hate me because I'm still alone
They call me a baby but I'm all grown
I wish someone would talk to me someday
Just come up to me and ask if I'm okay
Maybe if I had one friend without having to be perfect
I could deal with my flaws, and living would be worth it
