I have the heart of an angel
That's what mamma said
Then shouldn't I wanna be immortal
An angel shouldn't wish she was dead
Don't I deserve to be happy
Im sitting here with a knife, my hands in fists
Thinking about how they try to take it all away from me
I slide the knife across my wrists
I've never been a cutter,
I never wanted to hurt people
But I guess they loved to see me suffer
I guess they never did love this angel
Its as if their goal was to make me cry
They get mad every time I smile
So they say things and take away things; makes me wanna die
But all of this will stop in awhile
Someone once told me something that made sense to me
They said: Sometimes more pain can take all the pain away
So I cut my wrist and blood I could see
I was aiming for the vein but the knife didn't go that way
It wouldn't cut there
Its as if it was being protected
Soon my writst was covered in blood and I didn't care
I don't think anyone would, I'm rejected
