So many times Ive cut my wrist
with a sharp blade and a sickened twist
people make fun of me
because my problems they cant see
everyone that talks to me lies
thats the reason i want to die
i look in the mirror
and try to see something pretty
but all i see is me
so i pull up my sleeve
and you can see the real marks of beauty
my wrist is scarred and battered
nothing in my life really matters
I've been lied to and betrayed
people said they would never leave
never stayed
and this is the price that i have to pay
i look at my wrist
i am filled with shame
no one is for fault of this
I'm the only one to blame
I'm not afraid to die
that is what i am trying to do
and not one person has a clue
