Are you alright?
Yes.
Are you gonna be OK?
Yes.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Why did you do it?
I don't know.
Same questions, same answers.
I'm OK, I'm fine, the scars are all mine.
Everyone flips when i pick up a knife.
They can't understand whats wrong with my life.
I'm empty inside and Ive lose all my pride.
i despise who i am and what Ive become.
i return no one's love and i always feel numb.
Don't ask if I'm alright, Don't ask if I'm OK.
Don't ask me whats wrong cuz I'm fine either way.
i wish they'd explain why my death would be bad.
No one here needs my and i wouldn't be sad.
id no longer feel stupid or boring or droll.
Leave me in peace, let me free my soul.
Therapy is a waste of money, money we cannot pay.
And besides that...there's nothing i would say.
Please just ignore me, this doesn't really matter.
Between pleasure and pain, i chose the latter.
i swear I'm OK, in totally fine.
Leave me be, the scars are all mine.
i may be crazy, but I'm not insane.
i like my world full of rain.
These tears don't mean anything.
The screams are only in my head.
I'm perfectly fine! I'm NOT Dead!!
i said I'm OK, I'm perfectly fine!
Let me go! The scars are all mine!
