Note to self
you cried today...

I'm walking down this busy street
It's everything...

People say I will never understand
because I don't wear scars on my wrists...

I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be hugged...

It's a shame, you know
people are sinking pretty low...

Save me from this so called life
go ahead, hand me the knife...

I told you that I loved you
If only you had knew...