When I die will I be missed?
Or just none as the girl who slit her wrists?
It takes a lot of crap to get me to do what I did that night
I blame my mom, we don't get along its a never ending fight
I sit up in my room crying and crying
Please help me I'm slowing dieing
But as I'm not the way I used to be
I'm not happy or smiley just no longer me
