Why don't you see them?!
they're right there...

I'm sorry you hate me
I'm sorry you don't care...

I handle things a little different
then some of you might...

He made a few jokes
and said he had to go...

A slash across my ankle,
was the first cut I made...

Each day I begin to hate myself
a little more and more...

Every night I get beat.
it's a daily routine...

For every smile i fake,
another cut I'll make...

You can cut up your wrists
until you bleed to death...

With this gun
I'll make a hole...

I put this gun to my head
and pull the trigger...

Through the good times and the bad,
The tough and the sad...