IT HURTS.

SHE WALKS THROUGH SCHOOL WiTH HER MANY FRiENDS,
ANOTHER NORMAL DAY ;; ANOTHER CHANCE TO PRETEND.
THROUGHOUT THE DAY SHE KEEPS A SMiLE ON HER FACE,
SOMETiMES WiSHiNG THEY`D JUST GET OFF HER CASE.

ONLY ONE HOUR LEFT TO GO,
THEN HER EMOTiONS SHE CAN FiNALLY SHOW.
BUT THEY HAVE TO GO && RUiN iT ALL,
ANOTHER NASTY REMARK THAT HAPPENS TO FALL.

ALL ALONG SHE KNEW iT WOULD COME,
WHY DiD SHE HAVE TO BE SO DUMB.
BUT THE SCARS ON HER ARM GiVE AWAY HER SECRET,
NOT MATTER HOW HARD SHE TRiES TO KEEP iT.

THEY GRAB HER WRiST AND SAY \" WHAT A FREAK \"
SHE CAN FEEL HER KNEES STARTiNG TO GET WEAK.
SHE TRiES TO NOT LET THEM SEE iT HURTS,
SHE`LL HAVE TO GO GET MORE LONG - SLEEVED SHiRTS.

\" WHY DON`T THEY GET iT ;; WHY CAN`T THEY SEE \"
\" EVERY WORD THEY SAY iS ANOTHER SCAR ON ME. \"
SHE`LL GO HOME && GRAB THAT RUSTY OLD BLADE,
KNOWiNG NOW THAT SHE CAN`T BE SAVED.

&& SHE KNOWS iT`S ALL BECAUSE OF HER HEART,
&& THAT BOY WHO TORE iT SO EASiLY APART.