A scratch? That's Bull s***
You just don't want me to throw a fit
But you couldn't care less what I think
Hmm.. this is one odd little drink
So instead of telling me the truth you lie
What know? Do i cry?
This is stressing me out
But nothing to dought
you don't care
You lie through the air you breath and stand
Here i am being kicked and canned
Here and there
From everyone's blank stare
I still don't know what to do
I can no longer get through
it Hurts to bad
Writing this makes me sad
Like always you don't care
You just sit there and stare
into the phone
As I cut my skin down to the bone
When I'm gone I really hope you care
Cause i just can't stand your blank stare
