I cut my wrists
and cry myself to sleep
look in the mirror
and pop another pill
while i get stoned
and mentally ill
why do thier words matter to me?
why is it a bother?
mean coments make my soul bleed
i grew up without a father
i cry tears of blood
and tears of shame
soaking in my sorrow
your the one to blame
why has my life taken a turn
down a different path?
as my thought are horrible
thinking about a blood bath
just because im different
doesnt make me wrong
even when i cry
when i hear a i love daddy song
im not your property
and not in your control
thats why im the way i am
to fill the hole
