You see the outside of me
Happy and crazy...
Cuts are red
Bruises are blue...
Ive thought of it...Ive decided
No more cutting...
Everything and everyone
makes it all worse inside...
Everywhere i go
I see you there...
Everyone has a friend
A so called "best friend"...
I love you
You love her...
Im sad when your not near
I see your face...
I wish there was no emotions left of me.
I could just fake it all...
Why ask "what's wrong?"
When nothing is ever right...