Just look around and see,
What your words are doing to me.
Maybe then you'll care,
When you look at my cuts and stare.
You'll know what this does to my heart,
Slowly falling ap/art.
I don't know if i can take this anymore,
Not knowing what else you have in store.
I just don't understand,
Why you push me down so you can stand.
Maybe if you stopped i would survive,
And i could finally be happy to be alive.
So before you make fun,
Just think about what your doing,
And turn around and RUN..
