When I die will you even care? Will you cry when I'm not there?
You forgot me so, so long ago, I hurt more than you'll ever know.
I hide these scars underneath my sleeves, so that you never see the pain you caused me.
Until one day when I can't stand it anymore, and I lift up my sleeves to show you the scars you didn't know.
You didn't even care about my pain, so that night the last thing I saw was blood and razorblades.
