I'm going to draw you a picture,
A picture with a twist.
I'll draw it with a razor blade,
I'll draw it on my wrist

I wanna go back to a place where people actully cared about me.
And where people were my friends and didn't talk about me behind my back.
I loved it I wasn't left behind, I was part of a group.

You saw the cuts,
And looked the other way.
You're supposed to care,
So now you're going to pay.