Just forget about me,
The scars don't mean a thing.
The smiles i give will not out way,
The anger that i bring.
Don't try to tell me,
That i have lots to live for,
Because it's better to be realistic,
These are all lies I've heard before.
I'm sick of all the lies you tell,
Sick of all the tears i cry.
So sick of everyday i live,
I'm now too weak to try.
Kept the cuts a secrets,
The hypocrite i like to play.
Don't try to call me back,
As i turn and walk away.
