People assume that I'm alright
When they see the scars
Dont they see past the smile?
Can they see back that far
Some think my past is over
Others believe i wouldn't lie
None can see inside me
they cant see the world pass me by
it never really started
and I'm sure it wont end
the blood, pain and relief
my actions i cant defend
i tell them that I'm going to stop
i tell them the slits aren't deep
but then i cut and
see the blood start to seep
suddenly i see my body
and i cant feel the pain
i guess i should have listened
when people said i wasn't sane
