Six scars on my wrist
from trying to release the pain
four more on my ankle
from doing the same
It never worked
It always returned
i thought nobody cared
that they would be happier
if I were gone
then someone shows they care
someone asks whats wrong
words cant show the pain
that you carry inside
they tell you how they would miss you if you weren't there.
how its not fair that they have to leave at the end of the year
that it was our last bus ride together, I'm not going to state
but that someone is proud of me all the same.
they say they want me there cause they want to hear me squeak.
