I'm scared to talk to you
because of what you might say...

You stare at me in class
and think i don't see your eyes...

How can you be so disappointed in me
when all i try to do...

I ask you how your doing,
you say your just fine...

You knew that i was a cutter,
why didn't you care...

I'm about to lose everything i have,
just because i want you back...

You make me wonder, stop and stare,
and then i finally agree to the dare...

I cut my wrists and black my eyes and you expect...

I dunno if its me, dunno if its you, whatever it...