Cuts

She's the girl who sits alone
And never shows her face
Her pierced heart and broken Bones and wounds and blood don't Matter.
She said, "It feels like flying, until You hit the ground."
She jumped right off with a sad Smile
All thats left is a greusome splatter.

The scars tell stories we don't know
Of the ones who are alone
They call to us wherever we go
Trying to make themselves known

Hes the boy who saw his bro
With blood inside the bath
His arm cut up scarred in his mind
And he couldn't take it anymore
He said "I'll see him again now,"
As he opened up the bottle
And took the pills all at once
He died when he was only four

The scars tell stories we don't know
Of the ones who are alone
They call to us wherever we go
Trying to make themselves known

Here's the guy who stabbed himself
Said it wasn't worth it
Took the knige up to his chest
And sighed out his last breath
And there's the girl who slit her wrist
There's the one who shot
There's the one who hung
There's the one who drowned
Who choked
Who ran into the street

They are the stories that we know
Of the ones who thought they were
Alone
They called to us wherever we went
But we ignored,
And their lives are spent