Through the outside you see me adorn
But inside I'm just ragged and worn...

The blood runs freely from my wrists
As I stare at the knife in my hand...

The knife slides slowly across her wrist
The blood drips down to her fingertips...

I hate the fact that your still here
I hate the fact that you don't care...

I'm sitting here, wasting time
When I realize your friendship wasn't worth a dime...

It hurts my soft heart
All the brutal scars you give...

Some people always say
Your actions give you away...

Why do people judge you
On the appearance that they see...

I sit in the dark
A knife in my hand...

Play with razors
Play with knives...

Losing time as days go by
Hatred on earth makes me cry...

Loving you is hard to do
The things I feel unclear but true...