You can't hurt me any more,
I'm rid of you, I'm free...

He was just a normal boy,
Did his homework, saw his friends...

Right.. I got told to write a song for my Friend's...
Bleed for me...

This will not be a rhyming poem,
It may not be a poem at all...

All the time I sat
With my head in my hands...

The dead have nothing to lose,
They have nothing to gain...

I thought this knife in my hand
Would make me feel sane...

You got under my skin,
You pushed me around...

I smile in my sleep
Thinking about him...

IF I'm invisible
Why do they stare...

Can't you see me
Standing here...

You say I'm the bad kid,
The one that makes you sad...